Mangoes remind me of my mom and of my childhood. As a kid, I would always fight for the middle part of the mango because (I thought) it was the sweetest. Looking back, my brother knew what he was doing when he would get the side pieces. My mom would cut them up into little cubes and I would just eat them off bit by bit. Sometimes when I'm lonely, I eat things that remind me of home.
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