It tastes so wonderfully like my childhood that I feel like crying all over again. I think I miss home. I think I miss me. I miss the steadiness of a friend and the support of a parent from one room over. I miss school buses driving along the street and the laughter of kids running at the beach. I miss the Maine air—salty and warm—and, I miss Sloane and her exceptional fashion taste. I don’t think I realized just how much I missed it all, until I took a single bite of this apple.
