It was night time as we stood on the patio of my childhood home. A family was getting their picture taken while someone else was talking about the seasonal nature of the fruit trees. One tree bore large olives the size of watermelons. The branches were strained and fractured by the weight when a small child attempted to climb the tree to pluck one of the fruits off. The other fruit tree resembled a kind of flowery banana. Apparently the “french fries” wouldn’t be ripe until the summer when they turned into an orange hue.

I got a call from my parents asking if I was in Hong Kong. I repeated to them that the flight I got onto hours ago did not go to Hong Kong. Apparently someone posted an old photo of a lunch we had together on my Facebook wall and my parents were led to believe it happened recently.