You didn’t like many fruits.

You especially hated blueberries, but pomegranates? Now you could get behind those. The way the seeds were full of juice and just exploded was perfect.

And you craved them all the time, but your dad never bought them. Mainly cause you never cared to ask. But he knew you loved them.

So one week. As a girl does, you started your period. The cramps annoying you badly and you snapped at everything. When there was a knock on your door.

“Hey, Lassie. Ye doin’ alrigh’ in there? I got ye somethin’”

He opened your door and walked in, holding a bowl of pomegranate seeds. His hands dyed red from cutting a pomegranate most likely.

“I know ye’ probably are hatin’ the world right now. But I got ye’ yer favorite fruit.”