My father woke me up early one summer morning announcing, “Get up. You’re going with me to cut grass.” The idea 1 my father actually thought I was big enough to help him in his 2 made me feel proud and 3 . From sunup to sundown my father, my younger brother and I 4 in the large yards in a rich part of Atlanta, Georgia. By the end of the day I was tired out, but felt good. I had 5 a hard day’s labour and had earned $6.
