Mother loved fruit!
Whenever I wasn't sure of her whereabouts the first place I would look was in the grove! I'd hide behind one of the huge fruit trees and just watch her as she delicately picked her passion of the day! Such delicious sensations this would bring me! Oh how I wished to be tall enough to join Mother and share in her joy of plucking fruit.
All of a sudden without even knowing why I would come out from hiding and run towards Mother's arms. She would always catch me and begin spinning in circles. After the laughter Mother would always say "You my son are my real passion! Don't ever place yourself in hiding - don't ever let the world spin you around - and when you are ready come out of your hiding place and share your juice." I really didn't understand what Mother meant by this. It was only a matter of time before I would be following Mother's advice daily.