Steven+F

= John =



Five years ago, my wife died in a shoot out. Two years after, that my daughter died in a car crash. Now I've lost my job, and my nephew has come to live with me because his parents died in a fire. I've lived in Cleveland all my life. I used to be tall, skinny, and handsome but after my wife died, I let myself go.

After taking my nephew to school one day, I saw a black boy sitting in a garden with a pitchfork. I decided to ask him what he was doing when, He Yelled "Hey, you there, who are you?"

"I'm John,"i answered,"Who are you?"

"I'm Royce." He told me. I sat down next to him to ask him what he was doing, he told me all about the garden and the people who work here and started it. I'm not sure why but the garden seemed so amazing, maybe because Cleveland seems like a strange place for a garden.

After I left to pick up my nephew from school, I stopped and got some coffee beans. The next day, I went down to the garden where I met Royce and planted the beans. Planting Coffee Beans seemed to bring me closer to my wife. Maybe because she loved coffee, or maybe because she worked at a coffee shop, I don't know.

When I had enough coffee beans I ground them up and made coffee for everyone at the garden. After being at the garden for a while now, I feel like it's part of who I am.