When Savannah visits her grandmother, Rose, she finds her unusually upset, and it quickly becomes clear that something is very wrong. Determined to help, Savannah takes action and uncovers surprising reactions from the neighbors. What has gone wrong, and why is Rose so troubled?
Grandma Rose’s garden was her pride and joy.
When I visited her that morning, I found her sitting on the porch, looking more distressed than I’d ever seen her.
“Grandma, what’s wrong?” I asked, sitting down beside her.
She sighed deeply. “Oh, it’s that Mr. Tanner, dear. He moved in next door, and now he wants me to sell part of my garden so he can extend his pool.”
I could feel my blood boiling. “What? He can’t do that! This garden means everything to you.”
Grandma Rose nodded. “I told him no every time he asked, but he keeps pushing. I just don’t know what to do.”
I hugged her gently. “Don’t worry, Grandma. We’ll handle this together. I’ll make sure he leaves you and your garden alone.”
Grandma Rose smiled weakly, her eyes full of gratitude. She’d always been there for me, especially after my parents passed away. She took me in and raised me with all the love and care in the world. Now, it was my turn to protect her.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Savannah,” she said, patting my hand.
“You don’t have to worry about that, Grandma. I’m not going anywhere.”
As I looked around the garden, filled with blooming flowers and buzzing bees, I knew I couldn’t let anyone take this away from her. Grandma Rose was the most innocent, kind-hearted person I knew. She didn’t deserve this stress.
“I’ll talk to Mr. Tanner,” I said. “He can’t just bully you into selling your land.”
Grandma Rose’s smile widened a bit. “Thank you, dear. You always know how to make things better.”
With a nod, I promised myself I’d protect this garden and my sweet grandmother from any trouble Mr. Tanner brought our way.
I stayed over at Grandma’s that night. The next morning, I woke up early, ready to tackle the day and protect Grandma Rose’s garden. But when I stepped outside, my heart sank.
The garden was a mess. Flowers were trampled, and plants were uprooted. It looked like a tornado had blown through.
“Grandma, stay inside,” I called, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. I didn’t want her to see this destruction.
