I am a kiwi

I am a kiwi Tough on the outside, yet delicate on the inside. My exterior is made of a hard, brown, furry lining, While my interior is made of a soft, slimy, and sensitive substance. I am like an egg. The egg's shell represents my exterior, And its egg yolk and white represents my interior. When the egg cracks, its insides spew out. When my lining tears, my slimy substance is exposed. Currently, I live in the supermarket. I am sick of having no permanent place to call my own. Finally, a customer picks me up and buys me, Only to take me to a fruit bowl in his home. I don't want to die being eaten, I want to die leaving with a purpose. Fortunately, his wife takes me to her garden and plants me. Now I can die contently knowing that I will give life to other kiwis.