Yesterday my dad called mom telling her that he brought something and I don’t know why I instantly imagined him carrying a box of mangoes. I mean it is not like my dad to come with boxes of fruits, it rarely happens.
When I saw that box of mangoes, I was like “oh my god this cannot be true, I haven’t even mentioned mangoes, not today, not recently!”.
My heart was filled with happiness when I devoured my mango (because I am a mango monster). AND THE BEST PART COMES WHEN.. all the juice reaches my forearms. Might sound strange to some but probably mango lovers will get me!
oh and there is more. pretty, yeah?