The Unexpected Visitor

Today, I found myself staring at that old apricot tree in my backyard, laden with ripe fruit despite the gloomy weather.
It’s funny how something so simple can make my heart flutter—reminding me of childhood summers and hopes I shelved away.
Maybe it’s silly, but even after all this time, that tree feels like a tiny miracle in my mundane life.
As I gently plucked an apricot, I wondered if dreams really do grow on trees—like tiny promises waiting to be picked.