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They had tried to used gardening as a mother-daughter bonding experience; it was a disaster. If her mother had two green hands, then Izzy most surely had two black ones. Every plant, vegetable, or flower her mother gave to her to take care of died within days. Their gardening together stopped after two weeks. If they had continued any longer, Izzy would’ve destroyed the masterpiece that was her mother’s garden.
The last mention of the unfortunate experiment had been the day they'd ended, by Izzy's mother.
“It’s all right, Keola. We’ll find something else.” But after their disastrous attempt to bond through gardening, they hadn’t tried anything else.