My Hero My Gran is my legend. She is splendid. She cherishes to peruse. She is effectively exhausted. As a young lady, she battled an incredible arrangement. She cleared out home at 21. She moved toward the West Coast. There, she instructed herself. She picked studies over security. She lived in neediness for a long time. In the long run, she landed a position instructing at college. She wedded late in life. She had a lovely family. She never quit learning. She kicked the bucket with a blazing interest about existence.
" You are trying too hard," he said. " I can't do it. How am I supposed to please him when he had to write 70% of my speech." I kept repeating this thought to myself until he finally spoke. " Don't think that you are trying to convince thousands of people to give money the homeless." He paused, looking for the right words. Then my brother continued. " Look I am the only one in the room, so just think of that tomorrow. I know you can do. Just believe. And hey, that girl you like, Camilia, she will be there too. Doing this will impress her and her your love of helping people. Stop being shy, be you." With that confidence speech my brother gave, and the blushing part about Camilia, I started up again, more confident this time. I was calm and my brother started clapping. We both knew people would be clapping tomorrow.
She wanted to make it more realistic and have real facts based on what happened at his assassination, such as who killed him, why, what his wife did, where he was when he was killed.
It gives more detail about the story/text and the ability to know what the narrator is thinking
