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.
Onomatopoeia is the process of creating a word that phonetically imitates, resembles, or suggests the sound that it describes.
I believe that the description that fits the mood expressed in this excerpt best is B. afraid of this storm because it is one of the worst of all he has experienced.
He says that he has experienced many storms, but that none of them were anything like the one he is experiencing at this moment, and so he is afraid of it.
Giving human characteristics to object, places, or things
Ex: The paper danced across the classroom
