
"Oh, how time flies!" Rocking in her chair, Grandma would always start her story like this. "It feels just like yesterday, I was at most your age last time I was in the orchard..(counting with fingers)....66 years have passed, I wonder what it's like now, have other people already found it? ... ..."
The orchard Grandma was talking about is a fairyland she serendipitously stepped in when she was young. My parents never took it seriously, "Mom, Apple is too old to listen to those fairy tale any more," they would say whenever I asked Grandma to tell me about the orchard and the fairies. "But it's ture!" Grandma would insist. I was the only one who believed her, and in my heart, I have always wanted to find that orchard, for her.
My name is Apple. Grandma gave me the name, and you know why. According to her, there is this huge apple tree in the middle of the orchard, and every year it only bears three apples. Gold, silver and red are their colors. Bigger than any normal-sized apples, their skin glitters under the sun. Oh, and the aroma that draws you in, it's undescribable. I asked Grandma if she ever tasted any of the special apples, she would always smile mysteriously and say, "I will tell you when you are old enough."
I don't like to be left hanging, but there is no evidence whatsoever. As a matter of fact, Grandma's old house had been scouted for you-don't-know how many times, still. I know it's bad, and you kids out there should never eumulate. Like Grandma said, everything happens at the right timing, and you can't hasten things, it's fate." So I wait, wait for the day to come, a day when I can be called a grown-up.
There is this old chinese saying, "If it's yours, nobody can take it away from you. but if it's not, no matter how hard you try, you still can't get it." Such a fatalistic point of view. But for those of you who are brought up taught to go after what you want, are you happy with the things you acquired by force? When an apple is not ripe enough, you know it's not going to taste good if you pick it early. While a butterfly belongs to a garden, you can't keep it in your little cage, because it will eventually die. Every thing happens at their own pace, and you gotta be patient, otherwise, you could lose a whole lot more than you can ever imagine... ...