// What the Orange Told//
It was Monday, the day weary. No attention was cast to importance instead our minds wondered over the possibilities of life. “Lets go to the Island in the summer” and so it became a plan, a plan for much to far in the future. To cut our waiting by a few hours a trip to the coffee shop seemed the necessary next step.
Folding time we are next in the car. Talking, talking about everything. I learned.
There was once a family, a rich family. They went to Russia and there they met a Boy. Boy was very very young and had no parents, he was alone and ready to leave, and so the Family took him home. He was loved there and joined the ranks of those around him. Christmas came and went. When those around him saw the Boy again he was very happy. The question of what spectacular gift he got spread through out until One asked. “I got a Orange!” the young Boy grinned wide. Confused and believing the Boy had misused his English the One who asked asked again but not the Boy. “Yes we gave the Boy a Orange for Christmas” the Family smiled “for him receiving a fruit for Christmas means he is a Beloved Child”.
A Beloved Child. On learning this I sat further back into the soft car seat reveling in my revelation. All I had wanted for Christmas was a Orange. I got that Orange from a beloved sister. At that time however I knew nothing of the power behind the Orange. For me it was merely a want that was not warped by others, whether it be from advertisements or friend.
Perhaps that was what I wanted though.
To be a Beloved Child.
