The child and the cherry tree
Kataleya tugged on my hand, pulling me towards the cherry tree. Throughout the past month she had accustomed herself to eating upwards of 20 cherries a day, freshly picked from our neighbor's bountiful tree. However, the cherries eventually began to dwindle in supply, then there were only a few up in the very top of the tree, and then...there were none, not even a shriveled one remained. It had been several days now of her leading me to the tree, wanting to eat cherries and me continually saying, "There are no cherries". We would walk around under the tree and I would show her that, in fact, there were no cherries to be found. A day or so had passed and she hadn't pulled me towards the tree, so I was surprised when she did. Once again, I told her " No hay cereza, " but she insisted. We entered our neighbor's lot (which is right across the street from us) and I sat her down on a rock underneath the shade of the cherry tree. She dangled her legs back and
