Do it you self . use you brain and the knowledge god blessed you with
Answer:
Today, after many days, I can finally identify my feeling. Obviously, I feel lonely, very lonely, because the children who used to play in my garden nowadays don't do it anymore.
Every year, with the arrival of spring, those little ones came to my home to play, have fun and laugh, full of life. But this year, unexpectedly, that didn't happen and I don't know why. And I don't know why for so long I scared and scared them away, when they were just pure, happy and friendly.
Today, I just want those little ones to come back and fill my garden with joy. I just wish I could make amends for so many years of mistreatments, and let those happy children share their kindness with me.
something she gave him probably reminded him of something bad from his childhood
Answer:
(i) Americans are united at time of hardship.
(ii) It concentrates on the diversity of the American society and their unity.
Quindlen's piece was written in context of the aftermath of the terrorist attack of 9/11. It concentrated on how the Americans overcame the trauma.
Answer:
Explanation:
It is Jared from Subway! My whole family is horrified. Jared is an awful person who has done horrible things. My grandmother steps back, shielding my little cousins from him. He is dangerous. That much we know. My aunt shrieks in mortal anguish, demanding answers from my uncle. "Why did you bring that monster into our home!?" she cries, as Jared stands, perfectly calmly, beside my uncle. "I don't know!" screams my uncle. My cousins are all huddled up, crying behind my grandmother, who is holding a long, thin fireplace poker at arms, her very stance threatening to skewer him through. Jared is still standing there, holding a Subway turkey sandwich as if he is not a monster. My grandfather is glaring at Jared, but he does not move. If he stands, he fears he will lunge at Jared. He hates Subway because he hates Jared, and he hates Jared because he is a monster. "He's not even allowed to be this close to children!" screams my aunt, coming very close to punching Jared in the mouth, but thinking better of it. "I'm calling the police" she whispers in a venomous voice, looking at Jared, the horrible, terrible monster that is Jared, as he takes a bite of his dry turkey sandwich. He looks around the room blankly. He seems bored. Of course he's bored, he's a monster. Grandma spit at his feet. "Everyone go to the table. Let's... Eat, and ignore him." Everyone sat, including Jared. Jared from Subway, with his dry Subway turkey sandwich. As the children were served, my Aunt glared daggers at my Uncle and Jared. How could he bring such a horrible person home? To spite her for the divorce? Is that why he brought a monster to Christmas dinner? That would be truly terrible. She watched as Jared took another bite of his dry turkey sandwich. Suddenly, Grandma stood up and slapped his sandwich out of his hand. "You're going to burn, you horrible, horrible man! You know what you did! You know how many innocent lives you have endangered with your horrible ways! Monster!" Her voice ascended in volume while she screamed. She walked a few feet away from him and began bawling. How could her son bring Jared? Why Jared from Subway? My uncle stood up. He shoved Jared out of the kitchen door. He locked it. Everyone began to cry. Jared from Subway was finally gone.
