Lemons have never been my favorite. I think this now, as I stare at the bowl full of lemons that my mother wants me to eat. I slowly lift one piece up to my mouth and lick it. Too sour.
"Honey, are you eating your lemons?" My mother flounces in the kitchen, wearing her favorite jeans and t-shirt.
"No," I reply, wrinkling my nose at them.
That's when my mother's face changes into a snarl. Her eyes are yellow and so are her teeth. "Honey you need to eat your lemons."
"I don't like them," I say, backing away.
She growls. "Eat...your....LEMONS!" She grabs the kitchen knife and lunges at me, a bag of lemons in hand. I sprint out the door and towards our neighbor's house. My mom thrusts the door open and runs to attack me. Lemon juice is dripping down her chin. She stands in front of me. Any trace of what I knew of my mother is gone. Finally, she raises the knife and throws it.
Lemons have never been my favorite. Now they never will be.
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