5- Minute Freewrite - The Lonely Memory - Topic: Coconut

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The Lonely Memory

I sit down on my bed, with a bright pink comforter over the lumpy mattress, staring at the coconut that sits upon my dresser next to my Collector's Edition Barbie Doll. For some reason I thought coconuts were bigger than that. How did I acquire this tropical fruit? My father, who I only see twice per year, brought it back as a souvenir after his two week long cruise to the Caribbean Islands with his new girlfriend. His new girlfriend gets the sparkle, and I get the coconut.

I start to wonder to myself, what can I do to this coconut for him to know that I am upset with my consolation prize. Smash it? Throw it away? All I really want is some quality time, not some measly memento from his big and exciting trip seeing the world. While him and his new girlfriend are living it up and enjoying the beaches, I'm stuck in 6th grade in a low-income area, low income school, eating the horrible free lunch. Yet for some reason, everyone thinks I should be thankful for my shitty coconut.

Dad says that things have to change, things have to evolve. This is just the way life is, and nothing ever stays the same. Well all I will tell you is that I wish he had the drive to show me some attention. Drive to make a substantial relationship. I know that one day he will look back at this and wish that he wouldn't have just given me a piece of fruit during one of his travels. Or maybe he will not remember this coconut at all.