Coconut Hairs In My Mouth
Published: August 13th, 2009
By: Shelly Reuben

Coconut hairs in my mouth

If my father saw a blind man stranded at the curb of a busy intersection, he would stop his car in the middle of traffic and, unconcerned by honking horns and screaming motorists, get out and lead the blind man across the street.

If the season and the urge were upon him, a simple apple, grape or orange was never thrilling enough. Once, to my mother’s everlasting consternation, he brought home an entire banana tree, spiders inclusive.

On other happy occasions, we were inundated with coconuts! With pomegranates!


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