Read the passage.Sheila wiped the sweat from her brow and leaned back on her shovel. As she lifted the water bottle to her lips to take a drink, she surveyed the neat rows of freshly planted seeds. The day was hot, and her back ached, but she imagined the tiny sprouts that would soon break free from the soil below, reaching for the sun. This thought made her smile, and with renewed energy, she got back to work.