She had rolled her eyes, suppressing a small smile.Ī noise in the room returned me to the present. “Just because it rhymes, doesn’t make it true.” He had said, pecking my mother on the cheek. My father had laughed heartily and repeated the answer that I had heard so many times in my life. I had glanced curiously at the supposed super fruit which sat between my fingers and wondered what special powers something so plain could possess. “Always remember, Melissa, an apple a day, keeps the doctor away.” She had said in a wise tone. I recalled that it had felt awkward to bite at the time as my first baby tooth had become loose.Īs I took another chunk out of the fruit, my mother had said it for the first time. I was five and I had been happily munching on a red, healthy apple. I would always remember the first time I had heard it. Only when I had been diagnosed with leukemia several months ago did I ponder the implications of the age old saying. But only recently had I taken it into perspective. I had heard that proverb a million times over. I stared at the apple before taking a small bite.Ī familiar memory swam before my eyes and a familiar sentence floated into my mind. I sat up, wincing once again at the pain which coursed through my body. The corners of my mouth tugged upwards as I reached feebly for an apple. The first thing that came into my line of vision was a bowl of fresh fruit which sat on my nightstand, beside several bunches of flowers and countless get well cards. I opened my eyes slowly, my sight blurred slightly as my eyes adjusted to the light streaming in through an open window. It was this that always triggered my line of thoughts in the morning. I awoke groggily, rolling onto my side and cringing as pain shot through my body.
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