We'd planted it back in 33', when we were just kids. So young, so long ago. We thought nothing would ever change. Except our tree of course, that's what we were counting on. When the tree bore fruit, you were supposed to be at university, studying biology. And I... I was to with you. We'd move into a house, maybe travel the world. Anything seemed possible.
Instead I stood, alone, in the backyard of our childhood home, face to face with our tree. It towered over me, parting the light of the sun with its massive branches. It was beautiful. I wish you'd have been here to see it. I extended a hand, and plucked a fruit from a low hanging branch, sitting against the trunk of the tree. Sometimes, I guess, plans just change.