Today I had soursop dessert, with real soursop on it. It felt sour and sweet, at the same time, it felt bitter too. I remember my dad used to buy soursop back home all the time, and that was the reason why I began to love this fruit. I haven't had it for a long time, until today. It felt foreign to me, but it also gave good ol' memories of how me and my dad used to share the soursop together.