I remember when I had first bought the Marigold seeds, I was looking at the picture on the seed packet examining the beautiful elegant flowers. I rushed home, I ripped open the packet and started to dig little holes in my yard for my new flowers. Days later, I watched them grow as if they were my own children; I watched them become vibrant and full of life. They had given me the hope and happiness I lost when the Great Depression hit. They had lit up my dull and boring yard and made my days brighter. Then one day I had lost everything. Earlier today was just an ordinary day. I had went outside to water my beautiful Marigolds like usual. The immature kids who are trouble came by and threw pebbles at me to make me upset and then called me a
