My cousin Apple was a very makulit kid. Her mother enrolled her in a gymnastics class, but she didn’t like it. Every session, she would run away from the gym, and her poor teacher would chase after her or else she might hit the streets and get run over by a car.
When we went to the mall, my mother would give me the responsibility of taking care of Apple. I’d hold her hand really tight because I knew what she would do once we’d get inside the mall. I knew she would try to wriggle her hand out of mine. I’d try to hold on, but I’d fail. I’d chase her around the mall saying, “Apple, Apple, come back here.”
- Apple’s Childhood Crush
- Finding Ja
- Ja and Apple: The Violent Little Kids
- Jeremy the Little Indian Giver
- Jeremy Threw a Rock at Me
- My Mother’s Top Five Weird Habits
- Playing Around the Coffin
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