we were tilling the earth in a giant shipping container - my brother, my father and I. it all felt very hopeless. that earth was snow white in colour and i knew nothing would ever grow there. the wilted plant we were transplanting - its trunk smooth and without roots - would only keep falling over. and to make matters worse, I was late for a hockey game and then a party. it was crazy that I had to be doing this now, I muttered under my own breath, still loud enough for everyone to hear. my brother agreed, for once. how many more times would we have to humour the man? I sat there, enlightened and impatient, waiting for any sign that I could go. at some point, I just went. and nobody said a word.
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