Grant

By Grant
My life is good, but can be better. My name is Suzanne and I'm a widow with two boys a 10 year old boy named Jack and a 12 year old down syndrome boy named Luke. My husband was one of the sweetest people you'll ever meet, he died in a freak car accident couple years ago, it still haunts me. I live in Cleveland in a small apartment near the bay of Lake Erie. Its hard to come into a lot of money these days because there's no stable jobs for a single mother. Luke has to go to a okay public school, but doesn't have the right materials to help him learn at his highest ability.

Its almost the end of spring and Jack walks home everyday with a glum expression. While Luke's smile brightens my mood. One day I say in my softest and kindest voice, I can to jack what's wrong and he mumbled something I couldn't understand. As I was about to ask again what happened. Luke ran over to me and gave me a great big hug and wanted to tell me what happened to him today, and you couldn't say no with that overjoyed sparkle in his eyes. So he told me he met two new new friends. When I said that's great honey. Jack blurts out their not your friends their just making fun of you. I say in a angrier voice Jack that wasn't necessary, but he just ignored me and ran upstairs. Then I saw this very confused face on Luke and I caught a lump in my throat.

Later that evening luke and I went to the market and saw the nurse Nora this old british lady who's very kind. She could tell something was wrong so she said what's the matter I say nothing much. She says you know what makes my day, visiting a garden near by on Gibb St. I say thanks for the idea and go to the register. I feel a tugging on my shirt and I hear Luke say he wants to go to the garden so after the market we hop in the mini van and take a trip to the garden. The first time I see the garden I had to close my eyes and open them again because I was so in shock it look like all the people in the neighborhood had a piece of the garden showing each of their family's backgrounds and cultures. It was breathtaking. When I looked down at Luke my heart skipped a beat he was happier then I was. I promised him tomorrow on saturday morning Luke, Jack and I will all start a little row of rasberries.

The next morning Jack wasn't so thrilled about going to the garden, but I forced him to go. When we got to the garden I saw the same look on Luke's face as I saw last evening. Also I swore I saw Jack sneak a grin. As we started to the plant the seeds I could see Jack actually enjoyed it. Then right there, I realized why Jack was so grumpy all the time. I've never actually spent time with him, without focusing on Luke some of the time.