She Writes Her Own Heartbeat
Benjamin pointed to a cluster of low-hanging, star-shaped yellow fruits.
"Those are carambola, or star fruit," he explained, plucking one and wiping it on his shirt before offering it to me.
"They are sweet, tart, and a good source of vitamin C. They were a favorite of my mother's."
I took a sharp bite. The flavor was a burst of acidic sweetness that cut through the heaviness of the mission. "It's incredible. So much better than the imported stuff."
We wandered deeper, sampling the island's bounty. We found huge, sweet mangos dripping with juice, which we ate standing right under the tree like two kids skipping school.
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