Brandon

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Every day is the same, wake up, go to school, and go back to bed. drugs, anLife is hard these days, the cleveland heights is full of crime,d money, but i never notice it. My dad died when I was young and our mom left us when I was 12, she left me and my sister to fend for our selfs, luckily me and my sister found jobs at a laundry mat. Now my sister has left to New York to find new jobs and left me to go to school. On day I took a new route to school and came across a lot with many beautiful flowers, vetagbles, and fruit. there were many people planting and talking to each other, it kind of looked like a family. On the way home I stopped at mart and bought a trowel and some rice seeds. The next day I woke up bright and early and walked over to the little garden on Gibb street. I planted next to a large man growing tomatoes with a sigh in the middle saying Latheesha's Tomatoes. He came over to me every day just to talk but I always ignored him because I only friend with people my age. One day he got so mad at me that he said" why don't you ever talk to me I am just trying to b your friend"? I explained to him that I only friend with people my age and that he was to old. He explained to me that friends can be all shapes and sizes, big or small and people of all colors. I finally thought over it one night and realized what he meant. That very day I became one of his best friends he **told** me about everything even about that the garden was for his girlfriend. We helped every each other by watering our plants and sometimes we just talked. At last I noticed that the garden was a family, well at least to me.