"If you're always trying to be normal you will never know how amazing you can be"
-Maya Angelou- |
My blog post is inspired by a short story called Hills Like White Elephants (Ernest Hemingway) . The author made me as the reader look beyond what was in front of me, the story taught me to understand the usages of symbols without making it obvious to your audience to have your audience completely engaged in a scene and fully aware of what the story is trying to convey without knowing all the details prior to a particular scene. I was eight years old on a rainy day in June. I packed my overnight bag and placed it by the door I went to school as usual it was a cloudy that morning but no rain yet. When I got out of school I went into the house to changed my clothes. “I ask my mother can I go outside until it was time.” She replied “Yes, as long as it stop raining.” I said, "Okay it’s not raining.” She replied, “Don’t go too far and do not get dirty.” I ran to the door looked down at my bags and ran outside it was no kids playing outside my front. I walk around the corner in the complex we lived at to see if there was any kids playing in the playground it was completely empty. I was going to go down the sliding board but it was wet from the rain. I decided to head back to my house on the way I started to play in the puddle of water and I was soak, as I was running back home it started to rain when I open the door my mother said. “ Come here I have something to tell you” My mother was sitting on the couch with my Godfather. “Yes” I replied I was walking so slow because the look on they face was a look I have never seen. “ Come sit next to me “ I sat down and my mother grab my hand. “ Something happen to your father” “What happen is he okay” “No” my godfather replied “Your father was killed he was stabbed by three men he went into the hospital on Thursday night the doctors work on him for hours and he didn’t make it baby he died this morning” my mother replied “I am sorry boop” Godfather replied “Are you okay if you need to talk we are here whenever you are ready” I just went to my room shut my door and stared out the window and watch the rain in silence.
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AuthorQuiana Tilghman I am writing to express my inner self from question from a questionnaire. Archives
May 2019
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