To Peace, With Love

DEAR PEACE.It seemed like yesterday that we crossed the village stream to go to Uncle Ben’s farm, acting wild and eating half ripe mangoes directly from the tree without washing, although we knew Mama would be mad if she finds out, imagine how she would have gone on and on about the million diseases we could have contacted. Remember the time she caught me eating unwashed guavas and she made me take antibiotics? Dad just stood there with that half smile and the mischievous glint in his eyes as he pretended. . .