As I unwillingly grab my father's old, knitted cap, my mother stops me.
"Darling, what are you doing?" she asks, her hands hiding behind her back. I look around the room searching for something that has gone wrong.
"What do you mean?" I reply. My mother stares deep into my eyes, trying to help my memory.
"Tsk," she mutters. I hang my head low. Mother is disappointed in me.
"Here," she says, moving her hands into view. In her hands, was another knitted cap. The difference, it was mine.
"Thank you," i say, giving her a big hug. She rolls her eyes, but comtinues to stroke my head.
The answer will be true. Whenever you are writing a narrative, you have to provide some sort of description throughout it.
A couple of ideas are: All men are created equal. All men have basic human rights given to them by God. The only reason to have a government is to protect these basic human rights, which Jefferson lists as "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness."
Answer:
problem and solution: i couldn't find my friends phone but I found it under the couch
compare and contrast: Red Delicious apples are sweet, while Granny Smiths are tart and acidic.
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