I was careful not to make any noises as I went to the backyard garden. My mother chose her room upstairs to keep an eye on both sides of my home. It was for safety, and I was glad they even had someone clean the house and keep it neat. I avoided stepping on the dry leaves, and I wished they had paid attention to the trees here and the fruits and veggies in them. My brother didn't know much about trees, but mom and my sister-in-law. . .why didn't they notice the spinach, custard-apple, and pomegranate in here?
I turned my gaze to my neighbor's house and saw the windows closed. Still, I made my way toward the gate between the boundaries that separated our lands and opened it carefully with fruit and spinach in my hand just in case he was home, and then I could use these as an excuse to snea
