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怦然心动 | 8 院子

2/23

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Asking my parents whether we were poor seemed incredibly impolite. But as the days went by, I knew I had to ask. Just had to. Every day I'd ride home from school on our rusty bike, pull past the broken fence and patchy yard, and think, Tonight. I'll ask them tonight.

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But then I wouldn't ask them. I just didn't know how.

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Then one day I had an idea. A way to talk to them about it and maybe help out a little, too.

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And since my brothers were working at the music store that night, and nobody was saying much of anything at the table, I took a deep breath and said, “I was thinking, you know, that it wouldn't be hard to fix up the front yard if I could get some nails and a hammer and maybe some paint? And how much does grass seed cost? It can't be that much, right? I could plant a lawn, and maybe even some flowers?”

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My parents stopped eating and stared at me.

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“I know how to use a saw and a hammer—it could be, you know, a project.”

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怦然心动 | 8 院子

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