You were a tiny bundle, bony-bum digging into my thigh,
I handed you sections of satsuma.
"You always, do it that way...why?"
"Hmm? What do I always do?"
"You always peel oranges in one piece? Why?"
"Well, I like to remind the peel of what it held inside."
Messy black hair pressed into my shoulder, your fingers smelled sticky.
Your eyes smiled.
"Jeeze...you're even nice to fruit..."
