~Elena~
Harvesting strawberries was an activity I enjoyed doing, despite the hassle that comes with it, because it gave me a sense of my childhood. It reminded me of a memory, the only good memory I had of living in an orphanage home before my foster father found and adopted me.
I cherished it since then, even though I was at a tender age when I experienced
It was a sunny Friday and I had been sent out to the garden behind the orphanage as a punishment for something I was accused of. I was barely a teen, but being in an orphanage home showed me how cruel the world can be, even to a child.
There was a strawberry farm in the garden and I was left to harvest a basketful. I had no experience, hence I found it difficult to carry out the task. The sun went down but I was still over
