Birthday Pears

One of my favorite birthday gifts. Love, Cheyanne. She wished they wouldn’t have came bruisened but I don't mind the imperfections.. they’re just like us. Still beautiful inside.

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I always remember my grandma eating pears and loving them when I was younger. I’d watch her and she’d eat them to the absolute core just as she did every chicken wing — not a single piece left uneaten.

Pears remind me of her.