As I walked through yard I looked back and saw my grandma tending the garden. She had always loved her tulips far beyond any of her other flowers. She noticed me and waved me over, I walked over to her and she stuck on of her tulips in my hair. She handed me some money then told me to go to the store to pick up some milk. I did as was asked of me. We live in a small city and the store is only three blocks away. I enjoy walking through the neighborhood, I know almost everyone on the surrounding blocks. The houses in this area are old and look brittle, but all are well kept. Most of the people who live in these houses are old and elderly like my grandma, but they still seem to be able to carry about their duties. As I walked on I past by our neighbor Glenda’s house. She was out front and yelled “Hey Jess!”, I waved and yelled “Hey Glenda!”,  I continued walking on my way as she turned and walked inside her house. I grew up with my grandma because my parents didn’t have the money to take care of me just yet. They never got the chance to see me much. They did send me the occasional birthday card with a five dollar bill inside. I didn’t mind growing up with my grandma she was a fun loving old lady and enjoyed playing video games with me. Sometimes she would invite all the other old couples over to play games. The women would play board games and the men would gamble on card games.

            I never really understood why the men would get so mad when they lost a big bet. I guess money is a huge thing for people. I really wished money wouldn’t matter and the world was full of loving and sharing people like my grandma. But what would I know of how the world works? I am after all only 12 years old. I walked on looking at all the green yards. There is only one more block to the store where I will get grandma and me milk. I was on my least favorite block of the neighborhood these houses were owned by younger people who did not take very good care of them. I started to walk a bit faster as I passed the houses, the people here were not very nice. I can see the store down the street now. It is only a little store run by a nice family of Muslims who are always happy to see me. The husband is likely to be behind the counter. I thought of his kind face as I approached the parking lot, but a car parked on the far side of the parking lot caught my eye. It was a police car, I had always wanted to be a officer, but was afraid I would never make it.