My mom always tells me stories of her life when she was a kid in El Salvador. One of my favorites was when she told me of all the fruit trees around her house before the war ruined the soil. Mamones, maranones, anones/as, zapote, etc. Once we went to El Salvador, she showed me some of the fruits and they were delicious. I did this painting emulating her storytelling for an app to a summer program i didn’t get in :’(