Looking out my small window, past our small yard and wooden fence, and into the streets, I didn't know what to feel. The shop I once visited, and filled my mouth with sweet treats, was now slowly burning to the ground. People ran up and down the streets shouting things I didn't understand. Cars were broken into, setting off the alarms. A small child sat on the sidewalk, his tear stained face was blotchy, and his eyes were empty. I stepped away from the window not wanting to see anymore. My parents were out on holiday, and there was nowhere else for me to go. I sat at the edge of my bed; and cried. Why is this world filled with chaos? Why are the minds of adults so corrupted? I stood and walked to my window, threw it open, and shouted.
"Why is earth filled with such madness?!"
At that moment I heard the door downstairs fly open, feet stomped up the stairs and towards my bedroom. I sat on the ground, knowing that there was no more hope, and I surrendered to the wrath of the world.
Answer:
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Explanation:
Four Dimensions of Self-Defining Memories (Specificity, Meaning, Content, and Affect) and Their Relationships to Self-Restraint, Distress, and Repressive Defensiveness.
Answer:
The wicket keeper did not allow a single ball to pass him eventhough he wore no gloves.
