Personal Narrative: So Uncle Derek Is A Bee

"Okay think of it this way, a bee and a flower are like best friends. Just like Aunt Shareece and Uncle Derek up there. Do you remember how your mom always tell you to be careful while in the flower field? Its because there could be a lot of bees." I explained, hoping she would understand. "So Uncle Derek is a bee !?" She asks while holding her tiny head in confusion. "No, Faith! This is an example. The flower gifts the bee a fine yellow powder and some of the powder falls onto the fruit and the fruit grows. Just as fruit takes time to ripen-" She cuts me off. "What does ripen mean?" I sighed. "It means that the fruit takes a little while before it is ready to be eaten. Babies also take a while in their mommy's stomach before they are ready
for the world." Her face lights up. "Babies ripen?! Wow!" she exclaims. "I want a baby now!" My eyes got huge. "No Faith you're too young! I'm even too young. You need a wedding ring." She gets sad again. "Well how do I get the wedding ring?" I laughed. "That’s a whole different story."