To pluck a pear

Sometimes we forget some of the more precious and beautiful aspects of life altogether as we wither upon this earth.

My favorite fruit was the pear. It was because it seemed to never be in season when I wanted one. Either way, technically they were always in season, but never ripe enough for me to eat. The thing about a pear is that it always must be ripe, or else it will be tough and hard to break through the skin. A ripe pear is always the best because it was soft and the juices came dripping out your mouth! I could never excuse myself enough whenever my face was dripping with Pear juices, I would always embarrass the mistress but I was so happy whenever I ate a pear. I was busy reading in my room when I heard a knock on the door. I knew what that meant and that he was bringing my lunch to me. I was hoping there would be a pear, I was praying. I often told Father Domenico I wanted a pear and every day he would disappoint me...but I knew today had to be the day!

I eagerly waited for him as the man walked in. He closed the door behind him with one hand and held out what looked like a round object wrapped in a paper towel. I smiled and waved at him. "Good afternoon father." I chirped happily as he nodded.

"Good afternoon my child. I know someone will be extra happy today. Father Andrews did some shopping and I asked him especially.." he chuckled. "Well, you can see for yourself." he told her. I took the wrapped object from him once he handed it over to me. I slowly unwrapped it like it were a birthday gift to me.

"Oh father! I'm so happy you finally brought me a pear!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, my child. I knew you would be happy." I took the pear and gently bit into it feeling the juices run down my lips. He laughed and took the paper towel wiping my lips. "Careful now you're getting so messy!" he laughed. I smiled up at him.

"Father...thank you so much. I wanted one forever, you know ever since I left my home back in France." she spoke. He nodded as he sat down next to her.

"I know my child. I tried hard to get you one I hope you will enjoy it." I nodded before I scooted next to him offering my pear to him. He shook his head.

"Come now father! I want to share my happiness." I spoke. He reached out for my hand and I gave him it where there were no bite marks. He looked up at me before I bit into a side of it, feeling the sweet juices drip out.

"I have...forgotten the taste." he whispered. I smiled.

"I knew you would enjoy it as much as I do..."