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Academic Reading, Critical thinking, and the writing processNameCourseInstructorDate Wood Groove is a calm and otherwise, lovely place to bring up one’s children. There are lush greens right next to the pavement stretching close to a 600 hundred yards on either side of the feeder road that leads to the various gates of the residential homes. Trees along the side of the road right next to the fences are so beautiful in summer, with flowers of all colors that bring an aura of peace and tranquility. Except for the two high bumps on the road stretching on to the main street, it feels like the perfect neighborhood and I would want to live here forever, if that were remotely possible. It is one early in the morning in summer, and I am seated at the balcony overlooking the yard behind the house. I always come to the balcony most of the mornings in summers to see the sunrise and feel the energy and bliss it brings with it. The sun is halfway risen on the horizon when, suddenly there is a disruption from the adjacent yard with sounds of falling objects, smashing and a faint argument between two people is becoming apparent. After a short while in silence, Jane, a mother of three comes to the yard in her white flowing robes. Her feet are bare and she is holding in her hand what looks like a mobile handset. Immediately behind, Tommy comes to the yard and his face looks murderous. He just stretches his left and bellows, “Bring back my phone”. Infuriated, Jane harshly enquires who was on the phone and why they called in the morning asking about last night. In a short while, the argument escalates and I can hardly hear what they are saying, my mind just wanders off...