The big sister reached into the jungle of tomatoes, planted too close together by the mother who doesn't really know what she's doing...Hey! It's my first garden, and jostled it so gently that it dropped, red and ready into her little palm.
The Middle Bit stripped off her wet bathing suit and came streaking across the yard to receive the sun warmed treasure.
It only happens once a season. Once. So you have to be ready for it...she was. You have to treasure it...she did.
The first tomato.