Answer:
A: It can be difficult to figure out who you really are.
Explanation:
They are both trying to find out who they are in life, but they can't. Because there's so many things getting in the way of finding out who they are, and there's that same mini-plot in each story.
For 1: slant rhyme
for 2: foil
for 3: The Prairie
for 4: Gnomic
That's all I can answer for now, hoped I helped!
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.
4 meters. That's 400 centimeters which is clearly greater than 28 cm.
