Weeds
The sun was setting, and we were heading back to our cabin. Ma, Gamma and I have been pulling weeds from dawn to dusk.
I looked up at the sky and hoped for a cloud. Clouds were a sign of the heavens. I dreamt I was sitting on a cloud with Pa and Miriam. I was fed asparagus and Brussels sprouts- my favorite foods. I had gowns with pearls and diamonds. I had a house filled with laughter and happiness. But not a single cloud, leaving me with weeds.
I wiped sweat off of my forehead. My dress was soiled, my hair was grimy and my skin was caked in dirt.
"Ma, time to go back to our cabins," I said.
"Nice try, Ayana," Ma chuckles. "We still have an hour."
I yanked a stubborn weed from the ground and cursed to myself.
"Uh uh. Now Ayana, we don't curse. It's like you're thanking the devil," Gamma scolds.
"Sorry," I mumbled as I pulled a bao-bab.
The wind gusts in my face. It was starting to get cold. I wish I had enough money to buy myself a coat.
I shoveled up crab grass- my least favorite weed. "Ma, can you give me a hand?"
"Of course, sweetheart." She finished removing the spot of crab grass I was working on.
I dug up dandelions, thorns, and tons of crab grass. When I was weeding a dandelion, I felt sand in my hair.
"A sandstorm!" cried Gamma.
Mr. Fisher, our owner, called: "Work is done! Come inside!"
We gathered our items and rushed into our cabins. I was afraid of the sandstorm, but I was glad to be rid of the weeds.
