My Father’s Orange

Jewniquely Myself

I phoned my Dad yesterday to wish him a Happy Father’s Day. We shared pleasantries about the weather, about my kids, about our mutual frustrations with “smart” technology.

We spoke of love for one another; and he said that he and Mom have always been proud of me.

But do you know what touched me most profoundly?

It was when he said:

“Well, it’s time for me to peel my orange”.

**sigh**

Yes, my Dad and I both love eating oranges. And the more I think about it, the more I realize the layers of meaning that orange holds for me.

1. There is the plain meaning-

When I was a kid, my Dad and I challenged each other to a kind of “peel off”. Which of us could peel an orange quickest while keeping the peel intact?

With the spirit of good-natured competitors, we passed the championship back and…

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2 thoughts on “My Father’s Orange

  1. You are so right, my sweet Sakshi! And although I was not able to be with my own father due to the distance, I enjoyed a sunny afternoon with my grown children, watching them interact with their Dad…what a delight! Blessings and love you you, sweet friend *yellow butterflies**children playing in fountain**smiling heart*

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