blackberries

"so this fruit is called blackberry." said daddy while holding on a dark coloured berry on his hand.

"okay dad. what's more?"

"the red coloured are still unripe. it tastes sour, and a bit crunchy. if you want to pick some to eat, you should pick up something darker."

he picked up some red and black berries, and he asked me to taste both.

"yeah, you're right. the red one tastes sour!" said i while chewing the red coloured berries.

i took the black berries, and had a bite.

"and this one tastes far better! sweet and juicy!"

"i know right! let's find some and bring it home."

"okay, dad!"

little did i know, on that afternoon, daddy and i were busy picking up sweet and juicy blackberries...




from a neighbour house. 

thanks dad.