The Secrets of the Bad Boy
I laughed mischievously looking at the bouquet, remembering that I used to steal them with my grandfather.
“They take time to grow, Old Dad.” I complained seeing the ungerminated seed still in my school seedbed.
“Patience, little one, they will grow, you just have to wait.” she advised, silently laughing at my bad face.
“I WILL NEVER BE A GARDENER.” I shouted, stepping hard on the ground and leaving, hearing her laughter.
“If you want to be happy for a lifetime, plant a garden!” she said ruffling my hair.
"NEVER." I roared and snorted, fulminating the jar with my seed.
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