One night, I feel a bit more hungry than usual, so I make my way down the stairs. I hesitate for a moment, thinking, am I really hungry? I then proceed to open my fridge. As the fridge door is just about fully opened, a gleam of rainbow appeared before my eyes…until I realized it was just the wide array of fruits my mom had bought over the weekend. I look through the refrigerator and notice there are so many fruits available at my disposable to eat: bananas, apples, oranges, pears, pineapples, mangoes, grapes, kiwis, blueberries! I thought to myself what should I chose?!
Just before I was going to make a decision, one orange started to complain that there are too many types of fruit. The one orange that randomly complained was not just an ordinary orange; it was perfectly shaped and colored, nothing that I had ever witnessed before. The orange then tells me “Remember when there used to be only grapes? There were no invasive fruits like mangoes or lychees or bananas. Get more grapes!” My state of mind at the time was confused, but because the orange was so distinct, I felt obligated to follow the orange’s counsel.
Before I knew it, I ate the grape. It was delicious, rich, sweet, juicy, pleasant — just perfect.
The following week, I joined my mother on her weekly commutes to Costco and Trader Joe’s for my family’s weekly produce. Per the counsel of the brilliant orange, I got sixteen bags of grapes and no other fruit. The other fruits seemed too bland and unappetizing for my taste; the orange challenged my view and thinking of other fruits, and I swiftly became a grape addict. All day, every snack, every meal, I would eat grapes — and only grapes. I found myself constantly thanking the orange for providing me the possibility to consume nothing but delicious grapes. As time progressed, my daily bathroom breaks became longer and longer. Not only did I spend more time in the bathroom, but I had to miss more and more school. I could not spend time with my family or friends, because most of my time was spent lying idly in bed.
In my mind, the nation of fruits that I would ever-so-often purchase was disturbed by a single orange who called for my refrigerator to be filled with grapes again. This orange was a ripe, sweet, juicy, and brilliant orange, one that I looked up to and deeply respected — I was exposed to the brilliance of grapes. This extraordinary orange would challenge the status quo of fruits in my refrigerator by draining out every other type of fruit. The only type of fruit that would remain would be the perfect batches of grapes.
But, my problems became worse and worse, and the rainbow that would greet me on a daily basis was adrift. I was stuck with one type of color — purple — and one type of fruit — grapes. Nothing else. For once, I decided to ignore the orange’s advice on purchasing only grapes, and soon thereafter, my problems began to decrease, and I began to actually live a better life. I do, however, owe the orange a debt of gratitude for opening my eyes to the wonderful nature of grapes — in the end, it was my fault for buying so many grapes.
From now on, I will [not] make my fridge grape again.
