Answer:
What is the saddest fruit?
When you take away the whole from me, there is always some left. What am I?
I am black when you buy me red when you use me when I turn white you know itβs time to throw me away.
What happens once in June twice in August and never in May?
You will always find me in the past. I can be created in the present, but the future can never taint me. What am I?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.