Answer:
having a sense of belonging
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Explanation:
"The umbrella glowed like a scepter on the blue carpet while Mona,
slumping over the keyboard, managed to eke out a fair rendition of
a cat fight. At the end of the piece, Miss Crosman asked her to stand
up.
“Stay right there,” she said, then came back a minute later with a
towel to cover the bench. “You must be cold,” she continued. “Shall I
call your mother and have her bring over some dry clothes?”
“No,” answered Mona. “She won’t come because she…”
“She’s too busy,” I broke in from the back of the room.
“I see.” Miss Crosman sighed and shook her head a
little. “Your glasses are filthy, honey,” she said to
Mona. “Shall I clean them for you?”
Sisterly embarrassment seized me. Why hadn’t Mona
wiped her lenses when I told her to? As she resumed
abuse of the piano, I stared at the umbrella. I wanted
to open it, twirl it around by its slender silver handle;
I wanted to dangle it from my wrist on the way to
school the way the other girls did. I wondered what Miss Crosman
would say if I offered to bring it to Eugenie at school tomorrow. She
would be impressed with my consideration for others; Eugenie
would be pleased to have it back; and I would have possession of
the umbrella for an entire night. I looked at it again, toying with the
idea of asking for one for Christmas. I knew, however, how my
mother would react." (The White Umbrella)
