Zoe

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=Antina =

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In Italy, everyone's a family. Here, things are different. I only moved here 2 years ago,with my three boys and my husband, Marco. I have pretty good English; better than him, at least. I miss Italy. I miss San Gimignano, my hometown. In Cleveland, nobody trusts anyone else. Or at least, until the little Vietnamese girl started a garden.======

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I had a big garden back home, so I start one in the lot. I was going to plant tomatoes and basil, two of my //favorite// foods. I came into my garden with my seeds and shovel, feeling on top of the world. Then this old English lady sees me and quickly turns away like she's freaked out about something.======

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I think about what he said that night. "Just try to trust her..." What did he mean by that? If I acted nice to her, she'd probably get even more freaked out! Well, If it means a little trust, it might just be worth a shot.... I hope.======

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"That's OK, it's not the first time that's happened. Well, it is, but there's always got to be a first." I smile at her, feeling like I climbed back up to the top of the world. Maybe it's just me, but I think we may have just sent yesterday's argument down the drain.======