The food that I really hate is a ripe papaya fruit. Back when I was 13 years old, I really loved ripe papayas, but because my mother kept on telling us and forcing us to eat papaya three to four times a day, it really changed my appetite. Eating papayas over and over again, I vomited on our floor and kept on going back to the comfort room to put an end to my aching stomach. I can still remember that it smelled like an aromatic rose perfume, but now I think it smells like vomit. I can also remember that it tasted like a very sweet mango when I first tasted it, but now it tastes like vegetable, such as celery hearts without the celery flavor. It’s not as sweet as other tropical fruits and it has a kind of rotten flavor that I’m not fond of now. The papaya is really soft but I imagine that it is like chewing dung. I really don’t want to eat a ripe yellow papaya again.
Maria Theresa N. Magdolot
