I burst into my household at the finishing moment on the day that concludes school. I told my “salam” Which is farsi for “hi”. I peered out my bay window like a cat trying to catch a mouse. I saw a heap of people I had never met outside, implanting plants into the ground. They were like surgeons, giving their patients heart transplants. I rode the RTA to the library to get a book on gardening. I was determined to grow watermelons and everbearing strawberries. At that point I went to the gardening store and bought some seeds. While I was there, I met two girls. They both resembled someone around my age. One was scattering lima beans. The other was raising some greenery with her dad. I took the bus back