When I was a child, my handwriting was like a group of ants crawling on the ground, but now my handwriting is clean. I hated reading when I was a child, because I thought there were too many words and no pictures in the book. What about now? Hehe, reading seems to be a part of...
I do need the money so badly.I—I lied about everything being all right.Everything's as wrong as it could be.Father is—is—he's not himself.He's been queer ever since Mother died and he can’t help me any.He’s just like a child.And we haven’t a single field hand to work...
One of the GCSE poems I teach, ‘My Father Would Not Show Us’ by Ingrid de Kok is a poem about an (adult) child processing the death of her father, processing her mixed feelings of frustration as to why he didn’t let her know he was dying and grief of what life could have been...
they had one child. My mom is just like everyone else. She's nice enough. No great sense of humor. Hates confrontation. My dad's just like you. Not the caring-till-your-eyes pop-out part. Just the insane moral compass that won't let you lie to anybody about anything. It's a gr...
`Well, there have to be dressmakers. It's a good trade. But I wouldn't run down the farm, if I were you,' said Mrs. Harling rather severely. `How is your mother?' `Oh, mother's never very well; she has too much to do. She'd get away from the farm, too, if she could....
'By heaven and hell, you've sworn between you to murder that child! I know how it is, now, that he is always out of my way. But, with the help of Satan, I shall make you swallow the carving knife, Nelly! You needn't laugh; for I've just crammed Kenneth, head downmost, in...
“No I am all right.” “You go to bed. I’ll see you when I’m dressed.” But when I came downstairs he was dressed sitting by the fire looking a very sick and miserable boy of nine years. When I put my hand on his forehead I knew he had a fever. “You go up to bed ”...
But here I had like to have dipped all my cargo into the sea again;for that shore lying pretty steep—that is to say sloping—there was no place to land, but where one end of my float, if it ran on shore, would lie so high, and the other sink lower, as before, that it would...
I call my parents and tell them that I have a fever. They advise me to take acetaminophen. I have a bottle of pills, but it’s in the bathroom medicine cabinet, the same place where the thermometer is located. Objectively, this is only about 20 feet from my bed. It might as well ...
In my dream, everything is wonderful, but our world isn’t like it. So we must like my dream, to let our world get more beautiful! 在我的梦中,一切都是美好的,但我们的世界并不喜欢它。所以我们必须喜欢我的梦想,让我们的世界更美丽!