carry and share

I need to carry my food with me so when she says, "I'm so hungry. Shea, do you have anything?"

That's when I pick up my quart jar of water with half a lemon squeezed in it and turn to her in a ready stance before I ask, "What do you need?"

I dig in the food pocket of my pack. All I have is some fruit. I left the dang vegetables at the office. I fear that after eating my 6 grapes and cherries she ran off and ate some salty, processed food.

Today I am grateful to be able to share my fruit.