There are lemon cucumbers that we eat right off the vine like crunchy apples. There are giant zucchini and baby pink radishes. We are also the only family to have an African tomato tree growing in our garden. My dad says that it’s an extremely rare species of plant. I ask him when it will get its tomatoes, and he said it all depends on the number of full moons and certain weather patterns, and that we might have to wait some time before we see any fruit. I’ve been keeping an eye on the African tomato plant, checking for signs of delicate yellow blossoms that could yield such rare fruit. After school while I am taping up cards and pictures on the walls of my room, I hear my brothers rushing up from the bottom of the stairs. Both of them bound through my door out of breath, their faces flushed red. The entire African tomato tree is in their arms. Jamie has the front end and Eden holds the back end, dirty roots and all.
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