Before her mother abandoned her there was an occasion where her step-dad took them somewhere one day.
She sat in the back seat of the car. No one was talking when all of sudden you could hear a loud gasp from the back seat.
Her mother turned to look at her startled. "What's wrong?", she asked.
The teen pointed out the window. "Grass!", she said.
She saw her step-father's sneer in the rear-view mirror.
She didn't mean to startle them. It was just so very beautiful to see. It was just a small patch. But, it was grass.
Inner city Baltimore has no grass. It's just row house after row house. Nothing but concrete to be seen for block after block.
You never know how beautiful grass is until you haven't seen it in a long while.
Grass is beautiful.
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