TE20 Migrant Mosaics

Passport to Here and There

Apple and Mango

When last home, trying to recover some of the bright light of small-girl days, my sister threw me the sudden gift of a Buxton Spice mango. I remember how I peeled and sliced that plump orb of sunshine, adding a sprinkling of salt, the way I liked it as a child. I remember how she raised her eyes when I said I’d leave back for afters , a slice – Girl, you can’t finish one mango? How could I have admitted that I had to save back space for the fruits of my other back-home – This rain and winter-driven Blighty where summer strawberry and apple and my daughters all grow.

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