Watermelon Memory

We had our first watermelon of the season last week, bringing a flood of memories of summers long ago. I cannot eat watermelon without remembering a special moment the summer I turned nine. We had gone to Brigham City, Utah, to visit my uncle Reg and his family. My aunt served us each a big slice of watermelon on a plate and we all sat around the big dining room table to visit and enjoy the special summer treat. Using a fork, I carefully cut around the heart of my slice, intending to save that sweet center to eat last. My little brother saw an opportunity and quickly snatched that center piece of my slice and popped it in his mouth. I was quite stunned and didn't say a word. But the look of disappointment was on my face and without saying a word, Uncle Reg cut the center of his slice and placed it where my center had been. His gesture was kind, his smile warm and genuine. I managed a smile back and a timid "thank-you". Little did he realize the impact of his actions that told a little girl, "You are important to me, I care about you, I love you!" I have many uncles, all good and wonderful men, but that day, Reg became my favorite. Kindness is never wasted, especially on a child.