Blueberries

I had blueberries for breakfast. I remember the first time I tasted a blueberry. It was in America, in a house of one of my dad's colleagues. I was 11. The colleagues son was being very rude and insisting that he couldn't wait to eat with everyone else. The mom was doing that strained gritted teeth cajoling that we all know. She shut him up with some blueberries. At the moment, I'm pretty sure that would work on me too.