Yes, it's just another loquat tree, there's so many in the neighborhood.
But this one was special...to me
Delicious fruits she gave us, I dont remember this backyard without this tree, among many others
Strong and talk, we had to use a ladder to get up there, usually one of the kids would climb to the higher/weakest branches, part of the adventure, maybe that's why the fruits tasted so good
Always with the attentive eyes of my aunt, she's always afraid to be left with no fruits, although she never eat any, just that bad temper of hers
4 year ago, when my uncle was a child again, Alzheimer stealing all his pride and dignity, I would put a chair for him under the loquat tree, the shadow protecting him from the hot Sun, and we'd spend the afternoon there, peeling loquats, one for him, one for me
So many times I had to fool him, pretending to eat mine just to give him more, he was such a bad eater back then, I had to do with him the things i never did with my 4 sons:
"Just one more uncle, look at that little birdie, if you don't eat it, i will give it to him"
He would smile, that Perfect Childish Smile, like his soul had left already, only his kindness remained.
Now the Loquat Tree is gone too, the big tall tree dried out just like my uncle, I did all I could - for both - but i guess they wanted to rest
In her place, there's a tiny loquat tree sprouting. I look at her everytime I pass here, the hope for new memories that will never be forgotten.
So beautiful my dear. I loved reading this and I’m very happy that you found time for sharing this with us. I’ve never eaten loquat 🤷🏻♀️ I’d like to try one day 💙