" I said as I place down the flowers on her grave, "Nothing could make me happier than being here with you." I sit down and look at the sky. Birds fly in the air and chirp sweetly even though there is a dark aura around us. Then I slowly see the drops fall from the sky become harder and harder. I sit under the tree and continue to think about my mother. "I just want my life to be normal. I don't have the love that you gave me many years ago. I just want us to be happy. I can't be with dad anymore." I said, "He doesn't care for me anymore! All he does is abuse me and drink! The life he's taken from me! Aaaahhhh!! I can't take it anymore mom! I want you here! Either that or I'll go up there myself.".
I began to cry harder. Then I realized the cuts on my arm. I quickly got a pocket knife from my pocket and began to cut myself. There were drops of blood falling to the ground, as I scream in pain. I never thought I would be this type of person. Abandoned and alone, depressed and dark. The blood was falling on my mother's grave. .
"Mom, I'm so sorry I don't deserve to be here anymore. Nobody cares for me, everyone abandoned me, and I don't know what to do." I said, "Thank you mom for everything. I'll come back soon." The rain becomes harder and harder as I run home in shame. On the way home, I see my dad coming out of the house with a young lady. All I see is him giving money to the lady and she quickly leaves. She stares at me and continues to walk. I quietly walk into the house, but was quickly pulled in. I look up and saw my dad. His breath was disgusting! He immediately took me into his room and locked the door.
"So your back You couldn't get enough, did you? Well, let's continue where we left off" he said. He came closer and closer. His hands were going around my waist and leaning in closer. I was scared. I looked down and his hands were about to unzip my pants.
"My devotion has made me a witch, and because of that I am hateful to my children.... "The Glass Menagerie: From Story to Play." ... Rpt. in Short Story Criticism. ... " 4) Amanda Wingfield "I worry so much, don't sleep, it all makes me so nervous.... " 3) Amanda Wingfield "My devotion has made me a which, and because of that I am hateful to my children....
Amanda: I WON"T ALLOW SUCH FILTH BROUGHT INTO MY HOUSE! ... I think I have made that suggestion more that once. ... "Tom: I am the narrator of the play, and also a character in it." (scene 1) Throughout he play, Tom stops playing a character and plays the narrator for a short while. Tom ends up as the main protagonist because the story is his story. ...
I couldn't imagine where I would put all the many books I own without it, but I also couldn't see how we were going to get it into the van. ... I write stuff down because I need to get it out. ... These stories of people, places, and events of my life are the things that needed to come out, needed to be unpacked. I've used writing to help me bring them out, to help me unpack them and here they are on these pages, because they are the stories I've carried with me. ... I finally found people I felt like I could truly relate with. ...
I. ... While I do not disagree with her theory, I am focusing my project on the cultures in the United States. ... Though I cannot cover every story broke in the US, I have researched a couple of topics important to me, as I personally am from a strong cultural background - Indian - Hindu born in Hong Kong. ... A girl Amanda Bates, 13, died in her home of complications of untreated diabetes, infection was obvious in her toes. ... In this case I think, it is all right to use corporal punishment on a misbehaving child. ...
