AP Lit assignment
There were years she did not want me to touch her. She kept to much in herself, her life was such she had to keep to much to herself.
Neglect prompts independance
Except when we left her alone at nights, telling ourselves she was old
She fretted about her appearance, thin and dark and foreign looking at a time when every little girl was supposed to look or thought she should look like a chubby blonde replica of shirley temple.
Beauty can vary
It was the pre-relief, pre WPA world of depression.
Pain accelerates wisdom
After a while i found a job hashing at night so i could be with her days.
Mother, I did it. I won, I won; they gave me first prize; they clapped and clapped and wouldn't let me go.
The control, the command, the convulsing and deadly clowning, the spell, then the roaring, stamping audience, unwilling to let this rare and precious laughter out of their lives.
We were poor and could not afford for her the soil of easy growth. I was a young mother, I was a distracted mother. My wisdom came too late.
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