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Answer:
I work up on February third to a birthday present rapped in beautiful gold paper. It was probably the prettiest present she’d ever received. The gold box layer at the foot of my bed and it had no name tag. I picked it up and held it in my palm it fit perfectly.
I pealed the edges back slowly trying not to tear the beautiful paper. When I opened it fireworks wen’t off in my brain. The gift was the most beautiful ring i’de ever seen. It was a gold band with a beautiful white crystal in the middle. I put it in my finger and stared at it for several moments.
I got out of bed and wen’t down stairs and found my parents sitting on the table waiting for me. They grinned “did you open your gift.”
I nod, “did you give it to me.”
“No” A voice said from behind me, my oldest brother stood in his camp behind me. He joined the army four years ago and I haven’t seen him sence.
I through my arms around him happier then ever. “Did you give this to me” I asked.
He nod, I was so surprised when I found out he was the one who bought me the gift for my birthday.
Explanation:
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The excerpt given above is taken from Phillis Wheatley's poem "On Being Brought from Africa to America". The word sable literally means color black. In this line, Wheatley uses the word "sable" to indicate sense of inferiority. The author is an African and their race color is different from the rest.
(sorry if im wrong)
