Elizabeth

media type="custom" key="7577849" Pablo  I moved America when I was eight years old. I am now 12 and I go to an American school where it is boring and sad. I have no friends here, yes I say hi and I’m friendly to the people I might call friends, but friends here are different from friends in Puerto Rico. In Puerto Rico they were always so friendly and nice, they would invite you over after school and you would eat dinner there and have lots of fun! Here in America we just do homework. I was becoming bored with Cleveland.  Then one day, I was walking to school and I passed the vacant lot where people dumped their trash. There was no trash but beautiful flowers, vegitables, and fruits. I saw someone gardening and asked about the garden. The man's name was Wendall, he said that this was now a community garden.  That day after school I went to the store and bought a shovel and some sunflower seeds with the money I had left over from my birthday money. I marched right on over to that garden and picked out a spot where it was sunny and open, and started digging. I dug six holes big enough for my seeds. I couldn't wait for them to get so big that they were taller than me! I remember one summer in Puerto Rico, my father pick out a spot in our yard and he taught me all about growing them. I missed my father, we left him in Puerto Rico, we didn't have enough money for the four of us, including my little sister. He had always said he would come back and live with us.  I was just about done with my flowers, so I headed home. I thought about how much the sunflowers reminded me of dad. That got me sad, but then I remembered how he was coming back, I kept walking all the way back to our apartment.  After a couple of weeks my sunflowers started getting really big. I was so happy when the yellow flowers started popping out, and growing taller than I was! Six of them yellow and bright just like the sun. Whenever I looked at those flowers I knew there was still hope for everyone.  One day I went to water my flowers and I saw one missing! Then the next day another was gone. on Saturday I went to catch the thief. I was going wait there all day and pop out on the boy who is stealing from me! I waited all day, nothing. It was almost sundown when I finally decide to go home. I got out of my hiding place and I saw him. A boy about my age he looked sad. He didn't seem to notice me so I just watched. He reached out to grab my flowers. I stopped him, He stumbled backwards and fell. I helped him up and asked him why he was taking my flowers. I found out his name was Gonzalo, he had always loved sunflowers, but he could never grow them. We talked and talked in the garden for a while and I told him about sunflowers and how to grow them. Then when it got to late to stay outside I invited him over for dinner, he said yes. Just like back home in Puerto Rico.