Weeks passed. The garden grew. I watched the tiny green shoots push through the soil and reach for the sun. I watered them every morning and talked to them. He laughed at me but he helped me tend to them. We built a small fence to keep the rabbits out and a trellis for the climbing beans.The tomatoes were the first to fruit. Small green orbs that slowly turned red. I checked them every day. Waiting for the perfect moment to pick them. When the first tomato was fully ripe I called him outside to see it."Look," I said, pointing at the bright red fruit. "Our first tomato."He smiled and knelt beside me. "It is beautiful. You grew that.""We grew that," I corrected. "You helped me plant it. You helped me water it. It is ours."He reached out and gently touched the tomato. "When are you going to pick it?""Today," I said. "I am going to pick it and we are going to eat it together."I carefully plucked the tomato from the vine. It was warm in my hand. Perfect and round and red. I held it
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