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had been resolved,

but this only raised

more questions for me.

Carrots, bell peppers,

these are tomatoes over here.

And over here, we've got

some asparagus starting,

which is our favorite vegetable.

Back there is cucumbers.

Which is my favorite vegetable.

And we've got some

herbs back there.

And we're trying to do this

without any chemicals

or any fillers,

just water and sun.

- That's it.

- No bug spray.

- No bug spray, no nothing.

- No fertilizer.

As you may know, I'm a chef

and she's in the food

business as well,

so we're both pretty

knowledgeable of nutrition

and this was kind of an idea

I've been wanting to have

in my own yard,

but also something

that we had talked about

with the school board.

Maybe doing a garden,

have the students

in summertime co-op

and have their own vegetables

for their salad bar

at school, you know.

Teach children something

that they can take away,

and carry within the rest...

Because it tastes so much better

when you know

you've done the work

to get it there, so, um...

It's amazing to think

that a family like this

received a notice

about health and nutrition.

Later that day,

Maddie told me

about her own struggles.

Um, uh, my condition

is human growth

hormone disorder.

Uh, that means I can't

grow like a normal child

and I can't lose weight, so...

And I can't grow teeth

and I'm very slow

and, like, that whole process.

In spite of her condition,

Maddie was getting along

just fine at school,

until one day in gym class.

Nurses, I guess from the state,

came and weighed us

and measured us

and it really

made me uncomfortable

because there's another child

in there too with you.

So I mean, it just, like,

really made me feel awkward

and I really didn't wanna do it.

Did they give you a choice?

No, they made us do it.

What Maddie didn't realize

is that the district

was actually grading students

on something more

than just academics.

And here was my report card.

Then I found this letter

or what's left of it anyways.

And it basically says

that, you know,

I'm high in my weight

and I ripped it up

and I threw it in the trashcan.

She got the mail that day

and opened up her report card

with great anticipation

of receiving money

from her good grades

and she didn't wanna talk to me,

so she ran to her room

and locked herself upstairs,

so then I went

to the garbage can

and found that she had shredded

part of what came in the mail

and it was the letter

from the district.

My mom found it

and pieced all the pieces

that she could find together.

But obviously,

not the letter was found.

I felt like I wasn't accepted

in the society, basically.

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