Marigolds Research Paper

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When I think of the hometown of my youth, I think of Marigolds. I like the marigolds. They mean a lot to me. They were the touch of the brightness against the darkest moments of summer. I love my marigolds just as much as I love myself. I used to watch my marigolds grow in the yard everyday as I planted them. They represent hope in the face of despair. One day my marigolds were destroyed by a little girl named Lizabeth, her friends and her brother. When my marigolds were demolished, I couldn’t stand my life. I was shocked when I saw what they did to my marigolds, I did not say a thing or do anything. When Lizabeth and her brother destroyed my marigolds, I hated them. Since then, it left me with no words, and I was ashamed. One day I woke up