In Only Daughter, what information mainly do these two paragraphs convey about the author? We came back, of course. To yet anoth
er Chicago flat, another Chicago neighborhood, another Catholic school. Each time, my father would seek out the parish priest in order to get a tuition break, and complain or boast: “I have seven sons.” He meant siete hijos, seven children, but he translated it as “sons”. “I have seven sons.” To anyone who would listen. The Sears Roebuck employee who sold us the washing machine. The short-order cook where my father ate his ham-and-eggs breakfasts. “I have seven sons.” As if he deserved a medal from the state. a) It shows the author’s dislike of her brothers. b) The author believes that her father deserves to be recognized by the state. c) It explains the author’s feeling that she is not important to her father. d) It reveals the author prefers to speak English.
c) It explains the author’s feeling that she is not important to her father
Explanation:
From the passage of <em>Only Daughter, </em>the narrator talks about how her father is always boasting or complaining to everyone that cared to listen that he has seven sons. He would tell the parish priest, the Sears Roebuck employee, the cook, and any other person within reach.
This action of the narrator's father shows that she does not feel important to her father because everything he ever boasts about is his "seven sons" without even acknowledging her.
On August 6th the US Air Force dropped an Atomic bomb on the Japanese city of Hiroshima. The city was destroyed and over 70,000 were killed immediately from the effects of the blast. Three days later a second bomb destroyed Nagasaki.
Answer: The sea was like a rippling blanket of brochure-blue. Squabbling seagulls flew overhead, harassing the beachgoers in their endless hunger. Gannets were dive-bombing the stretched surface of the sea far out from shore. The horizon was edged with a silver tint and a cormorant was flying into that place where sun and water meet. His wings were a blur of motion and he soon faded from sight. The opera of the sea washed over me and the wave-music was welcome.
