Gardening

Charles walk curiously towards the backyard, he was just jerk up from his napping, following a continuous sound of someone hitting something at the backyard. Making it to the mini backyard which have a space that can contain as many as 5-6 cars in a role, Kingston was diggerstruggling as he tills the soul in attempt to make a rig.

Kingston: Hey, Kingston recognizes Charles presence, the later was still dressed up in his pajamas, as he approach Kingston with worried frown on his face.

Charles: Hey, Charles replied back, before joining Kingston who was already seating on the field grass area that have not undergone tillage.

Kingston: I'm just doing some prep work, there's too much shade in this backyard. So I'm planning to plant garden here and put in some lettuce beans, "Kingston explained, sounding as convincing as possible.

Charles: You okay? Charles requested, after seeing Kingston trembling hands. He knew his father have been on drug which would possibly not require him to be involved in such hard labor. Therefore seeing Kingston engaged in manual tilling with a light hoe despite his condition, left him wondering.

Kingston: Yeah l, I don't know I… maybe a little out of it, I guess, " Kingston started. Scrubbing his forehead before continuing. You should probably tell the doc these happy pills are more like spacey pills. What a druggy your old man is huh. Even on drugs I'm no fun. Kingston grumble.

Charles: Dad! I really don't need you to be Mr. Smiley face all the time. Charles explained, knowing his father still struggle to accept the reality of they loss. The death of Stephenie left a big hole in there heart, she was a great part of they life, always cheering them up with his mood lighting paintings, but they have to let go anyways.

Kingston: I guess it's time to get a break from mr. Droopy pills, let me know what's killing me first. So, Tomatoes lot's of tomatoes of course. Kingston started, raising his tilling tools to go back to work

Charles: right. Well we're going for mom nato's techniques. Charles suggested.

Kingston: still the only person I've ever known that eats it like apples. Kingston commented, chewing in an empty month in attempt to explain.

Charles: That's right, I remember in my sixth grade I got into a fight with someone called herd hottie tamati.

Kingston: yeah you stuck up for it. Kingston replied, rebalancing his posture, as the father-son discussion continues.

Charles: Yeah, that's right. Charles agreed, smiling at Kingston posture.

Kingston: she'd be proud of you Charles making the adjustment to a whole new everything. Kingston complimented. Charlie stood up to pick up the hoe, stretching himself to get ready.

Charles: So exactly how much of this are you digging up? Charles requested, picking up the axle to continue the tilling.

Kingston: I was thinking all of it. Kingston replied, releasing his grib on the wooden handle of the light hoe, so Charles can easily access it.

Charles: Alright, well let's get to it then. Charles concluded amidst his work mood, before you know it he was already hitting hard on the ground.

Kingston: feel free, Kingston replied Charles, giving him space so he can do the rest of the digging.