The Story of Her Holding an Orange

When I was 17 and living in Europe, a strange woman (mom's friend at the time) started following me. She'd find me everywhere. And all she wanted is for me to do one thing: take the orange she was carrying. After nearly a year of constant encounters with this person, I moved to the America. 10 years later, she found me again. This is the true story of her, the woman holding an orange.