I think of that time when I see parks,and I realize that Mexico is way different than the U.S here in Visalia the city is divided into race and wealth.The white families with the white …show more content…
At the park I met Suzy who came from Portugal.She migrated here when she was 2 and has lived here for 90 years.We talked for hour and made her smile. Then at the carwash I met a man who came from Africa and had to be a slave for a long time.When he escaped he snuck on a train and ended up here.I felt like I had a connection with him,he felt it to so he calls me sunny because I always smile.After all my talking and sharing I still felt that had to be a change,but started to give up hope.Then I realized if I want the world to change I have to change it myself …show more content…
I sprinted down the stairs faster than the flash,and begged my mom to take me to the store.She did ,and we bought strawberry seeds in honor of my Aunt Rosa who ate thoughts everyday.
The next morning came and I rose out of bed so excited.I put on new clothes and my wagon with shovels the seeds and water.As I got the the empty lot I was worried if my plan would not work.The lot was trashed it had cigerette buds everywhere, broken glass,and a random couch.Suddenly I found the perfect spot.It got sunlight and had no trash.I dug holes and planted my seeds .the feeling was good,like I had just gave someone one million dollars.At that moment I vowed that I will not let them die,and will help the