Me and the ex-pat lemon tree

It's the end of the year and every week, there is yet another fare well party for somebody... some people just touched your live, but did not really enter it, they will be soon forgotten (as cruel, as this might sound now!!). But some people shared nice moments with you, opinions and thoughs. These guys will be missed. The worst for me is, when my children have to say good buy to good friends... like Jacob, does not understand, he can not just visit Ishan in South Africa for a day...

I was reflecting all this only a few days ago and stood in my garden infront of a lemon tree, I bought some months ago. I bought the lemon tree with a single small lemon on it but the seller promised, that the tree will get many more and will have flowers and fruits all year long.

Not long after, the tree was full with flowers, distriputing its perfumes in the air. The single lemon grew bigger and bigger and waited for other lemons to join it. Out of the many flowers grew more fruits, very tiny but many! I watched them carefully every day and it was a delight thinking of the harvest of them. Soon after, some of the little lemons fell off the tree, then more and more.
The big one remained.
I was checking every day, until only a few little lemons were left on the tree to join my big one. Nearly in fear, I was hoping, they will not trop too...

After six years in Casablanca and having had so many fare wells, you will not wonder, that I felt like the big lemon, remaining on the tree...