I sit on the bathroom floor and bawled, soundlessly bawled, mouth open, eyes tight shut, rocking myself back and forth” (Dunkle 169). The loss of Elena’s baby was the first time Elena sorted out what she really wanted in life. When not having the child she started to feel incomplete and no longer felt that her life was useless. She started to see a future and a path that she wanted and how she lost the chance because of poor decision making. As Elena spirals into a pit of guilt she starts to think
As shown in the story the key by Nnedi okorafor. She tell a story of a young girl named fwadaus who lost the house key of her uncle’s house .After losing the key fwadaus decided to burn her hand so as to attract sympathy from his uncle who mistreated her . The story says “this fateful day, she lost something not so little- she’d lost the key to the house and she was terrified of her uncle‘s wrath.” and the story continuously say. “Only two weeks ago, he had beaten fwadaus for spilling a pitcher of milk. She’d fallen and hit her head, knocking herself unconsciously for thirty seconds.
The old woman had no faucet where she lived but had to bring in the water from a pump. For the linens to come out so clean, they had to be scrubbed thoroughly in a washtub, rinsed with washing soda, soaked, boiled in an enormous pot, starched, then ironed. Every piece was handled ten times or more. And the drying! It could not be done outside because thieves would steal the laundry.
“Mommy, Mommy!” I screamed with terror. Then my mom came and looked at the pool and all she thought was, this can 't be good. She sees me standing in a puddle of pee and tears. She took me to our belongings and sat me down. “What happened?” She questioned with concern I finished my weeping and crying for the most part, and told my mom in a post crying voice trying to hold back tears, “I peed in the pool, and it turned blue for some reason.
Cinderella was very mistreated at the time but would never disrespect her step family. Soon after deciding to be mean to her, “they took her beautiful clothes away from her, dressed her in an old gray smock, and gave her wooden shoes. They would scatter lentils in for her to pick up out of the ashes. Cinderella would do exactly what her evil step mother and step sisters told her to do. Cinderella’s was very inhumane to her they basically treated her like an washed up old doormat.
When she tears off most of the wallpaper in the nursery, she exclaimed, “And I’ve pulled off most of the paper, so you can’t put me back” (Gilman 237). The wallpaper represented imprisonment for the narrator because she repeatedly asks her husband to remove the wallpaper. Unsurprisingly, she isn’t allowed to do so, and she is ultimately confined to the room. By this time in the short story, the narrator is reaching her breaking
Lakshmi happens to develop feeling for a street boy who sells tea and magazins for the girls. One day he gives a bottle of coca-cola to her as a gift and his master beats him and sends him out of that place. She scares for two girls in the house; Shilpa, mumtaz’s helper and Monica, the best earning girl in the house and soon she is going to leave the place. They are rude to everyone, but later she learns that Shilpa is there of her own choice because from her childhood she is there. Whereas, Monica leaves the place but her own family refuses to accept her.
I had just taken a shower and washed my hair, when I was done getting dressed my mom started to untangle my hair like she always did. Then my mom started to ask me a few questions about her and my father, but I really didn’t know how to answer them, given the fact that I was young and didn’t really understand what was going on she then told me “Mammy and Papi have been fighting too much and we cant be together anymore”. I just continued to look at myself in the mirror of the bathroom as she continued to untangle my hair. I was so confused but I got over it and acted as if nothing had happened and I didn’t really pay it much mind, because at the time I didn’t know the severity of the
To say that my family is broken is understatement. Yes, the main goal was to get our younger brother back, but that has been far from reality. Ever since my mom won custody we have seen our brother a for increments of time. We haven’t seen him because my mom always has to worry about my older sisters.. With all of the things we sacrificed I don't think my mom realizes how much it impacted me. It is hard to have a good relationship with my sister because I blame her for everything.
At that time I am a single mom because the father of my child abandoned us, I do not know how to feed my son my siblings and my mom. Thinking inside if the world hated me that much or God punishes me for no reason. Asking myself why did God let my auntie curse me that way? Ask myself back again if curse is real. Moreover, realizing that maybe it is my future, but I am not that weak to give up and accept the reality wants for me.