the garden by elizabet leird

it was six o'clock. i was tired. it was time to go home. i didn't like my work in the shop. i often had headaches and my feet were always tired. the streets were hoot and busy. everybody was going home. their faces loked sad. i passed a flowers shop. it was dark and quiet. the flowers  smelled sweet and their leaves were wet. i stooped. i looked in my purse. i had a little money. i went into the shop and bough a bunch of flowers.
at home, i put the flowers in a vase. they looked beautiful. i put the vase on the table. i began to make supper. myfather came in. 'where is my food?' he said. 'nearly ready , father,' i said. he picked up a bottle of whisky. he poured some into a glass. the bottle was nearly empty. 'give me some money girl,' he said. 'please, father don't buy anymore.'
'shut up, and give me some money,' he said. 'i haven't got any,' i said.
my father was angry. he began to shout at me. he pointed to the flowers. 'you spend money on flowers,' he said. he picked up the vase, and threw it on the floor. the vase broke. my father went out and shut the door with a bang. he will get money from a friend, i thought. he will come home drunk again tonight. i picked up at the broken flowers and threw them away. somebody knocked at the door. i didn't  want to open it. it isn't a friend, i thought. nobody comes here now. the person knocked again and called my name. i opened the door. it was an old man from next door. ' come in, george,' i said. old George camein and sat down. 'i heard your father,'he said. ' you poor girl. can i help you?'. i wanted to talk to old George. 'what can i do,' i said.'father drink whisky old the time . he hasn't got a job. he takes old my money and spends it to drink. today i bought some flowers. he was anggry. he broke the vase. sometimes i hated hate him!'. 
 'do you like flowers?' asked old george. 'i love them,'i said.' but the cost a lot of money.'
' why don't you grow some on your balcony?' 
'grow flowers?' i asked. 
' i will show you,' said george. ' i was a gardener once. the next day i came home quickly from work.
george was waiting outside his flat. 'come and see,' he said.i went inside the old man's flat. he had some flower pots and some packets of seeds. george and i carried the flowers pots into my flat. we filled  them with earth and,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,