All my life, I’ve been traumatized because of what I saw being a nurse in World War II. So many injuries and blood everywhere. The death toll was very high so they were hiring as many people as they could. I am now old and retired from work at the age of 74. My brother died in the war… a tragic death. Despite what everyone thought I’m actually still traumatized. I keep my head held high and go about my day… until I hear one little bam or bang noise and I go into a sudden panic. Anyways, nowadays I feel a certain emptiness wandering behind me everywhere I go. I guess it's because I’m missing my hometown back in France.
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Mines Leona.”
Suddenly at the same moment we both look over across the street and see that the dirt is leading to a tiny area with lots of little growing plants. I had never seen anything like it in this city before. We turn back, and face each other again and I tell her that I’ll buy her new groceries since I was already on my way to the store. Long story short we are now close friends, even though we met yesterday. The next day I decided to return back to where the dirt path was leading to. But this time, I could see more baby plants than the day before. I called up Leona and told her to bring some plant seeds and meet me at the garden. I was so happy yet surprised that I had finally made a friend. A person who I could hang out with and talk to. Even though she wasn’t close in age with me, we still bonded very well. “Bonjour Leona!” I said with …show more content…
“Is this a community garden?” I asked the girl standing next to me watering lima beans. “Yes!” The girl said, with excitement in her facial expressions that were just waiting to burst out. I’ve always wanted at least one thing to remind me of my home back in France, but in a city there's not much that reminds me of there. Finally! This garden is it! It reminds me of home. Suddenly the empty feeling went away. The feeling that followed me everywhere tracing my footsteps like a little kid on a beach hopping from one footprint in the sand to another following behind me. I felt alive again and awaken from a long sleep that lasted decades. “Well Leona, let’s get planting!” I said.
We found a plot of land and began digging with a shovel someone kindly lent us. Everyone was so generous and friendly in this little community garden. It was like we were all one big family. I came to the garden every day to check on me and Leonas goldenrod. The garden calmed me and it was finally something I was good at! I made lots of new planting buddies/friends too. I finally felt like I belonged, and was a part of something special. This was officially going to be my new
I learned to speak English when I moved to America and started taking classes at a night school (because of the better price …show more content…
Mines Leona.”
Suddenly at the same moment we both look over across the street and see that the dirt is leading to a tiny area with lots of little growing plants. I had never seen anything like it in this city before. We turn back, and face each other again and I tell her that I’ll buy her new groceries since I was already on my way to the store. Long story short we are now close friends, even though we met yesterday. The next day I decided to return back to where the dirt path was leading to. But this time, I could see more baby plants than the day before. I called up Leona and told her to bring some plant seeds and meet me at the garden. I was so happy yet surprised that I had finally made a friend. A person who I could hang out with and talk to. Even though she wasn’t close in age with me, we still bonded very well. “Bonjour Leona!” I said with …show more content…
“Is this a community garden?” I asked the girl standing next to me watering lima beans. “Yes!” The girl said, with excitement in her facial expressions that were just waiting to burst out. I’ve always wanted at least one thing to remind me of my home back in France, but in a city there's not much that reminds me of there. Finally! This garden is it! It reminds me of home. Suddenly the empty feeling went away. The feeling that followed me everywhere tracing my footsteps like a little kid on a beach hopping from one footprint in the sand to another following behind me. I felt alive again and awaken from a long sleep that lasted decades. “Well Leona, let’s get planting!” I said.
We found a plot of land and began digging with a shovel someone kindly lent us. Everyone was so generous and friendly in this little community garden. It was like we were all one big family. I came to the garden every day to check on me and Leonas goldenrod. The garden calmed me and it was finally something I was good at! I made lots of new planting buddies/friends too. I finally felt like I belonged, and was a part of something special. This was officially going to be my new