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They looked at each other； having some private wordless conversation I couldn't decipher。
Finally my father said； “I didn't realize you didn't know
that。”
“But … but that doesn't make sense！ Aren't landlords supposed to e and do things？ Like
fix the roof when it leaks and clear the drains when
they're plugged？ You always do that stuff； Dad。 Why do you do it when he's supposed to？”
“Because；” he sighed； “it's easier than asking him for help。”
“But if—”
“And；” my father interrupted me； “it keeps him from raising the rent。”
“But …”
My mother reached over and took my hand。 “Sweetheart； I'm sorry if this is a shock。 I guess
we always thought you knew。”
“But what about the yard？ Why keep up the inside but not the outside？”
My father frowned and said； “When we signed the lease； he assured us he would fix the
fences； front and back； and plant sod in the front yard。
Obviously that never happened。” He shook his head。 “It's a major undertaking； and fencing is
not cheap。 I can't see putting that sort of investment
into a property that's not ours。 Plus； it's the principle of the thing。”
“But we live here；” I whispered； “and it looks so bad。”
My father studied me。 “Julianna； what happened？”
“Nothing； Daddy；” I said； but he knew I was lying。
“Sweetheart；” he whispered； “tell me。”
I knew what he'd say if I told him； and yet I couldn't not tell him。 Not with the way he was
looking at me。 So I took a deep breath and said； “The
Loskis have been throwing my eggs away because they were afraid they'd have salmonella
because our yard is such a mess。”
My father said； “Oh； that's ridiculous；” but my mother gasped； “What？” Then she cried； “Did
Patsy say that？”
I looked down。 “No； Bryce did。”
“But it must've been a family discussion！ A boy doesn't e up with that on his own … ！” My
mother looked for all the world like a doe waiting to
be shot through the heart。 She covered her face with her hands and said； “I can't go on like
this！ Robert； things have got to change。 They've just got
to！”
“Trina； you know I'm doing the best I can。 I'm sorry about the yard； I'm sorry about the
situation。 This isn't the picture I had for my life； either； but
sometimes you have to sacrifice for what's right。”
My mother looked up from her hands and said； “This is not right for our family。 Your daughter
is suffering because we won't fix up our own yard。”
“It's not our yard。” “How can you say that？ Robert； wake up！ We have lived here for twelve
years。 It's not temporary anymore！ If we ever want to
have a decent place with our own yard； if we're going to help the kids through college or do
any of the other things we've promised each other； we're
going to have to move him into government care。”
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My father let out a deep sigh and whispered； “We've discussed this so many times； Trina。 In
the end you always agree that keeping him at
Greenhaven is the right thing to do。”
I wanted to say； Wait！ What are you talking about？ Who are you talking about？ But the
conversation was flying so fast and furious that I couldn't
seem to break in； and it wasn't long before they were bickering so badly that it was almost
like I wasn't there。
Then in the back of my mind； it clicked。 Everything clicked。 It was my dad's brother they were
talking about。 My uncle。 David。
To me Uncle David was only a name。 Someone my parents had explained to me； but not
someone I'd ever actually met。 And even though I knew
my dad visited him； I never knew exactly when。 He never talked about it。
Dad also thought we shouldn't talk about Uncle David to others because David was retarded。
“People jump to conclusions；” he'd told me。 “They
assume that； by association； something must also be wrong with you。 Trust me； I know。”
So we didn't talk about it。 Not at home； not with friends。 It was almost like there was no Uncle
David。
Until now。 Now he felt larger than life； and I could tell from their argument that he was the
reason we didn't have our own house； he was the reason
we didn't have nice cars or fancy things。 He was the reason there always seemed to be a
cloud of weariness hanging over my parents。
Why did I have to bring up the yard in the first place？ I'd never seen my parents fight like this。
Ever。 I wanted to grab them and say； Stop it！ Stop it！
You love each other！ You do！ But I just sat there with tears streaming down my face。
My mother stopped suddenly and whispered； “We should not be doing this in front of her！”
“I'm sorry； Julianna；” my dad said； then reached over and held my forearm。 “Don't cry。 None
of this is your fault。 We'll work it out； I promise we will。”
My mother tried to laugh through her tears； saying； “We always have； and we always will。”
That night my parents came into my room and talked to me； one at a time。 My father talked
about his brother and how much he loved him and
how he'd promised his parents he'd always take care of him。 My mother talked about how
much she loved my father for his strength and kind heart；
about dreams and reality； and the need to count your blessings。 And she made me cry all
over again when she kissed me goodnight and
whispered that of all her many blessings； I was her best and brightest。
I felt sorry for my father。 I felt sorry for my mother。 But most of all I felt lucky for me that they
were mine。
And in the morning； as I rode my rusty bike out the driveway to school； I promised myself that
when I got home； I'd tackle the yard。 Rented or not；
this was our home； and I was going to help make living here better。
As it turns out； this was easier thought than done。 First it took me half an hour of rummaging
through the garage to find a hammer and a box of
nails； a saw； and some pruners。 Then it took another half hour of standing around to figure
out just where