An apple lay beside the orange in the tray upon the table. The apple was red and delicious awaiting its moment to delight. As the apple waited, he could feel the skin of the bright and luscious orange beside him. He admired both the new color and texture so different from his own.
For a moment the apple desired to be something different, something other than what he was. The orange spoke a secret to him in that moment, “I love who you are, don’t ever change.” The apple looked at himself once again, realizing the beauty of red.