A yellow mango like my grandpa used to bring home to me in the valley. I love them. They don't taste the same as the green and red ones to me. I have waited for years to eat another one. They are very hard to find. I have not eaten one in the six years I have lived here.
Unfortunately for my family, I did not let them share in my joy because there were only two left when I bought them. I tried to get Tatum to take a picture of how much I enjoyed it, but she said it was gross and refused.
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