Apple

Singapore is my home town, or so I was told.. I've been living in Canada for as long as I could remember, but then again, I got into an accident which had given me a head injury. As a result, amnesia erased all my past memories.

Curiosity got the better of me. I've decided to visit Singapore for a short while since there was a long term break for summer.

I stepped on to a bus which would bring me to a hotel. I paid the bus fare and observed my surroundings, comparing it to that in Canada. It was deserted, or should I say there was only one commuter on. I plopped myself on to a seat right across hers. She was a middle-aged woman with straight, black hair which was at waist-level. Absent-mindedly, I thought, Kind of looks like mine..

No sooner had I thought that did a wave of familiarity rush over me. I dismissed it and looked out the window. Just a dull scenery of flowers and bushes between rows of street lights. I took a book out of my haversack and flipped it to the page where my bookmark was wedged in. I tilted my head up a little, finding the middle-aged lady staring straight at me. It was abit unnerving, but I tried to concentrate on the plot of the book. "'Scuse me? " the phrase sliced through the dead air and I jumped a little, startled by it. I looked up at the lady, who I now realised held an apple in her hand. It was my favourite fruit.

"Do you like apples? " She kindly offered. I shook my head no, not wanting to eat an apple handed by a stranger. Despite my answer, she took my hand and placed the apple in it. I showed annoyance and reluctance by plastering a disgusted frown over my face. It was brief, but I thought the lady looked hurt.

Feeling the effect of jet lag, I stifled a yawn, put the apple on the vacant seat next to me, and let my eyelids slide shut.

I woke up to find the lady gone and realised I had to get off after a few more stops. I remembered the apple and looked to my right, where I had placed it. I frowned a little. It was still there, but what bothered me was that there was a note was below it. Could the lady have left it there for me to read? Is it going to be a hand-written lecture on attitude towards your elders? I took the note and read it..

'You're probably going to throw the apple away.. But I don't blame you, who would accept an apple given by a stranger? Haha..

I would like to explain myself. Its just that I have a daughter who went overseas to Canada for a better learning environment. You look so much like her, the same big eyes, the petite structure.. she also has a thing for books. I just thought that you'd probably like apples too, so withought thinking, I gave it to you.. '

I felt heavily disheartened and regretful. That lady just thought I resembled her daughter and treated me like so. Yet.. what I gave her in return was...

I took the apple in my hand, and bit into it...