They say to be careful what you wish for. I’ve heard it a few times over the years. Recently, I got reminded of it because I wished, told someone in passing, and then I received. Here’s what happened.
As a teen, I remember going along to visit relatives of a relative. Back then, I saw certain things through rose coloured glasses. They lived in a place where the early afternoon drizzle kept the grass green and beautiful. On a little slope in their massive yard was a heavily laden star fruit tree. (Jimbilin is another name for it though that’s not how I used to spell or pronounce it. You may know it as carambola.) The yellow fruit was sweeter than the green tangy ones but that was my first experience with it and while I didn’t fully like it, the setting and five-point fruit marked my memory.
Recently, I was walking somewhere and minding my business. All right. I was admiring the flowers and trees in the yards I passed but I was still minding my business and smiling as I reflected on pleasant memories from childhood whenever I spotted familiar flowers or tall towering trees. That’s when I saw it. Nestled in a corner near the fence of a yard was a jimbilin tree with lots of ripe fruit. I remembered that tree in the relative’s yard and wished I could get some.
On returning home and recounting my adventures, I mentioned the tree and my wish for a few. Days passed and I forgot. After all, I’m more a fan of the memory than the actual fruits. Well, a few days ago, someone who knows not of my walk or wish visited with a bag full of the fruit. I’ve not had any and probably will not for why spoil a memory. It’s just sad though that I wished and received but have found myself content to ignore the fulfilment while the opportunity passes by. Next time, I’ll just have to be careful what I wish for.
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