For courage, my fingers clung to the harness (绳套) on Chó's broad back as we passed my neighbor fence. Walking by Mr. Groll's yard is the best part of our morning walk, and also the worst. It is the best part because the roses talk to us. "Good morning, Chó," whisper the rose scents to my guide dog's nose. Other roses shout to me, "Hello, Mai!"
Now comes the worst part: Mr. Groll. As usual, friendly Chó thumps her tail. But Chó is just a dog; how can she know that this neighbor does not like me at all?
"Hello, Mr. Groll." I greeted him as I did every morning. And like every other morning, he did not answer me. But I knew he was there, watching, behind his fence. He always sounds out of breath, and the creaky gate swings nervously in his hand. Maybe he's afraid of me because I'm blind. Disabilities do scare grown-ups sometimes. Then I remembered: the other day I heard him playing checkers with my friend Jimmy, who's in a wheelchair.
Chó and I marched on, and my thoughts kept step. "Why did Mr. Groll ignore me?" It's a mystery to me.
Papa has told me that some folks do not like people from faraway places. Does this solve the mystery? Maybe Mr. Groll does not like Vietnamese neighbors. No, that can't be it. Every Saturday Mr. Groll and my big brother, Lien, help each other with yard work. They are friends. Well, then, maybe he doesn't like me because I'm a girl. The sidewalk hummed(发出嗡嗡声) beneath my feet. A skateboard zoomed by. "Hello, Mai and Choó" my friend Jana yelled. "Hi, Mr. Groll." I waited. If Mr. Groll ignored Jana, then the mystery was solved. But his voice called out, "Hello, Jana!"
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The sound of it broke my heart.
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"Chó is a very... big dog." he said in a voice that told me he thought I would laugh at him.
