The Grapefruit

Written by my son Noah

Pluck! The bright yellow/orange grapefruit fell into my hand. When the outside covering was stripped from the grapefruit a smell of sweet and sour citrus permeated the air. When I opened it, a dazzling pinkish color caught my eye.Its mouth-watering pulp falling down into the water.This pulp was so delicate, that if you touched it, it would most likely burst out with water.

The grapefruit tasted as if it were candy. It was so fresh and fragile that if a baby touched it, a stream of water would spurt out. It tasted like the smell, sweet and sour at the same time. The outside protective skin was just the opposite. It was bitter. Like a cherry that had not yet rippened. Although it tasted foul, it felt smooth with only a few dents in it. On the inside of the grapefruit was the white puffy skin. Just like an orange. This skin felt a little different. It was half smooth and half rough. And before I knew it, the grapefruit had vanished into my mouth.

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