The answer is it adds some unexpected hope by showing that people create beauty even amid poverty.
The day of the funeral arrived and there I was standing before the grave stone. It read ‘MARY ROBERT WILSON’. There were lots of people here and I felt uncomfortable. I was only five years old when she died. Back then, nothing made sense. All I remembered was people dressed in black with their heads down and no sound apart from the rushing wind. The woman, Mary, was my mother. It was so long ago, and I was so young that I didn’t know how to react. I just stood there holding on to my fathers hand smiling not knowing that I would never see my mum again. Not knowing that my life was about to change and there was nothing I could about. 10 years later I recall the moment of her death, of her grave and only now... I realised it was too late to cry.
I would say A. because questions have nothing to do with head aches so B is out. C is out because you wouldn't generally find joy in that or would you reask many questions. D. is a no because what does sleep have to do with questions.
3) The second one
4) Byron bunks with mom and dad because, mama thought since it was his last night he was going to spend in flint for a while he might like to sleep in their room for the night,
