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Humor/Fiction
The Gift of Honey
Happiness in paradise
Back in the year of the great heat wave Kameli experienced great suffering at the hands of the unrelenting heat. The sleepless nights. The exhaustion. The odors. She did not want to go through that again. In her mind she was constantly traveling, looking for that perfect place where it never gets too hot and it never gets too cold.
Even though Kameli’s parents blessed her with a pretty Hawaiian name, they had no Hawaiian genes to offer. No, Kameli was just a white girl born of two aging white hippies out west somewhere. She had never even been to Hawaii.
Kameli liked her name. Throughout her childhood her parent’s repeatedly told her that the Hawaiian name, Kameli, means ‘honey.’ In her early adulthood she discovered that some men really like cute and unique girl names.
Of course, there was that time some stranger was hitting on her in a bar. He said, “Ooh baby, I find myself irresistibly drawn to you… like a bee to honey.”
That really killed the mood — although Kameli was not sure why.
It was after that incident that Kameli dived head first into honey — metaphorically. She proceeded to learn everything she could about honey; how it is made, the history of beekeeping, the health benefits, its many uses…
