Tommy

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=**__Nano__**=

Hola me llamo Nano. Hi my name is Nano. Nano means midget in Spanish. I have the same name as my father Eric and I was born small so my family calls me Nano. I am fifteen. I came from Spain on a big ship that cut through the water as smoothly as a knife through butter. At least thats what they tell me. I was four at the time. I used to hate my name. Everybody knew what it meant, even here in Cleveland. They made fun of me because of it. I had no friends. At least not until the garden. It was the ** lushest **, greenest part in the entire city. It was like a piece of forest had fallen from the sky and landed right here in Cleveland. For the first week I just watched, heard the steady sound of breathing, the clip clop of heavy boots on brick. Then I bought some lemon seeds, just like we had in Spain. I turned that soil till it fell through your fingers like silk. I planted my seeds and watered them. A week later, I was in the garden again. I smelled rain. I looked up. The clouds were dark and at the bursting point. And then the sky let go of it's burden. It was chaos for the first five minutes, me and this big black kid my age were trying to help everyone find the shelter. Once everyone was in, I asked him his name. He said it was Royce. I told him my name and what it meant. I got a comeback in my head, ready for the insults, but all he said was, "I don't think your a midget." We became good friends after that. He helped me with my lemons, introduced me to people in the garden, and I began to feel at home. With Royce by my side everyone stopped teasing me, and I was happy. Royce had helped me like who I was.