My Mother the Nectarine by Megan Haeuser

My Mother the Nectarine by Megan Haeuser

My mother never ripened. When she was young, they bit into her and stopped the natural ripening process. After they’d spit her out, she stayed green until she began to rot. At the end of her life she was wilty around the bite mark, crunchy in the middle, and soft and mushy on the bottom. Sometimes I wonder what she would have been like if she’d been allowed to ripen all the way. I wonder what I would have been like. Would she still be alive? Wou…