Three grapes had fallen off a bunch at the vegetable stall nearby us when I was younger. Dirty. Old. Rejected.
My papa(father) asked the owner if he could get them since they had fallen off and he brought them home. His face lit up when he gave them to me.
“All you have to do is wash it..” he told me.
That was like gold to him because we couldn’t afford much in those days. We definitely couldn’t afford grapes or apples.
He has passed on now, but I reflect on this time to time, to remind me where I came from.