While i was outside at my house working on my schoolwork on the laptop my school sent me, some random kids about my age from the nearby public school were on their way home and stopped infront of my house. "Girls are so stupid! How did you even manage to know how to use a laptop?" or something along the lines of that. I quickly picked up a small gardening shovel on the table next to me seeing as my mom was gardening the other day and stood up walking over to them as a warning. After they went back to running home i quickly shoved off the incident and pretend it never happened.
The statement that best describes the major conflict in Amy Tan's "Two kinds" is D. It is a character vs. character conflict, as the mother wishes for an obedient daughter, while the daughter desires independence.
The narrator refuses to learn to play the piano, not because she doesn't' like it but because she is determined to show her mother she is no prodigy nor could become one, because she wants to be who she is and not what her mother tell her to be.
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"Discovery"
Discovery In the thick folds of the forest I found myself gasping. Gasping for air, gasping for something that would remind me how to be alive in that place where all seemed to be dying. The night had fallen upon me quietly, like a blanket that is thrown upon one’s shoulders to protect them from the cold, but the only thing I needed protection from was the very thing that was gripping me – darkness. The air was heavy with the sound of silence; I dared not move in fear of what might happen, so I laid still. Face in the ground, my nose filled with the scent of grass and wet fallen leaves; my hands in my pocket; my legs against my chest. There had not been a moment before where I felt this vulnerable, this fragile. As if my bones could break at the mere attempt of movement, or that my eyes would no longer be able to withstand the sight of light. Fear is a mighty thing. It paralyses you to the very core of your being. The only sound discerning time was my heartbeat; a constant ticking of the clock, a simple reminder that life existed in that desolated space… until I heard something else. Something warm. Similar to my heartbeat but just faster, more fearless; and so I decided to get up and follow the sound. My legs were stiff from laying still, burdened by my own body weight I fell to the ground in my attempt to walk. I tried again. And again, until I finally stood up – a little twig, towered by trees.
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