Watermelon

I was eating a watermelon today, and the one I had was about a week old. While eating it, I remembered a memory of me being a young kid in Pakistan, and someone had bought watermelons from the bazaar. The watermelon was so sweet, tasted of watermelon in that bite, and I remember everybody sitting around. There were probably seven or eight people there. I don’t know who brought it from the bazaar, my mom probably, but it was the best watermelon I had, and now I compare every watermelon to it.