This land is your and my land.

The first days of spring created an atmosphere of hope. The sunlight arose, the dew droplets dripped, and the land started to soak in the warmth from the sun. Winter had come, winter had passed, and the harshest blizzard storms had ceased their callous and bitter rage against the land. The land seemed blessed in all that it did, and it was prosperous in bearing its fruit. I strolled through the meadows as per usual every morning. A little walk through the land itself before the labors of today would start. A tree bearing fruit was always along the end of the pathway. It was a pear tree, and it had the most delicious pears I had ever tasted.

Every day, that was my snack of choice while I took my stroll. I always enjoyed looking around the countryside, gazing at the formation and majesty of the land! I truly believed that today was going to be a good day, and my heart was thankful for what I had. I continued my stroll until I reached the pear tree. But, something was a bit different than any other day I had visited the pear tree. As I approached the tree, a pleasing sight came into view. A beautiful woman, with flowing black hair of the raven's plume, dark brown skin, young and fair with lips of the pinkest tulips. She sat there with a book in hand, completely unaware of my presence as I gazed upon her beauty.

“The most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” I noted out loud unwittingly. She immediately took note of my words, and she gave a light smile, displaying a shy demeanor. I began to look away, my nerves startled to settle. “The landscape, I mean. This country is beautiful,” I noted. Her smile shrunk, and looked away as my eyes began to linger back towards her direction. “You Americans love your country and land so much that you would look down upon and disregard people like me completely,” the Woman closed her book and began to pick herself up.

I began to panic, as she started to leave. “Wait! I meant no disrespect! May I ask, are you latino?” I desperately requested to know. She turned around to look at me shrewdly. “Why do you want to know so badly?” the Woman asked. “Because you said I look down upon you! I was adopted and raised in an Ecuadorian family! Just because I admire the landscape of my country, doesn’t mean that I intended to disrespect you! I’m Robert! What’s your name?” I asked with an outstretched hand. She looked at me curiously. “What part of Ecuador?” She asked. “Guayaquil,” I responded.

Her eyes opened up a bit, and she smiled widely. “Would it surprise you that I was raised and come from Guayaquil, Ecuador? I’m Monica!” Monica took my hand with a smile. I was shocked. She was from Ecuador as well? Was this for real? I couldn’t believe it! “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Monica!” I replied. I gazed at her. She was beautiful, in every way. I looked at some of the fruit of the pear tree, and then I looked at her with a smile. I began to get closer to the fruit as I looked at her smiling. “Do you know I’ve walked to this pear tree almost everyday, and have eaten its fruits consistently. I’ve never tasted a better pear,” I told her. She started smiling. “Oh really? I’d have to try some to see if what you’re saying is true. I’m not sure American pears are as good as Ecuadorian bananas,” Monica smiled. I smiled at her and then picked two pears off the tree.

“Ecuadorian bananas from Guayaquil are delicious, and whenever I go to the grocery store to buy bananas I make sure they’re from Guayaquil, but wait until you taste the fruit from this tree,” I replied. I handed her some fruit as she held it, then took a bite and then I took a bite from mine. “Very sweet,” Monica noted. I smiled at her. “You’re right. Sweet and blessed, much like this land that I love. Even if I am white and from America, and you’re Ecuadorian from South America, that doesn't mean that we can’t share in the blessings of this land, together, as friends. Besides, what are fruits and blessings if you can’t share them with your friends, and those who you love deeply? Someone to share them with who is as beautiful as you?” I told her lightly. Her eyes dilated as I smiled and looked deep into her eyes. “We should be friends, Monica,” I said to her. She gasped a bit. “I’d like that, Robert,” Monica noted.

It was indeed, a beautiful day.

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