Response To The Stopover

The father's side of the family cared for them like they grew up with them whenever they needed something they would help out like with money etc.. Linda’s kids had never seen their grandmother and had never have met her in their life they have no idea what she looks like and what her face looks like. Did Linda’s mother ever think what her own child was feeling when this happened did she ever feel like she was doing the wrong thing, did she ever think this would impact the family in a very harsh way it's like there's a hole in their

Parenthood was a factor in the boy’s life, this ideas gives you an insight on what he wanted the reader to convey. here are two different emotions running through this story from both the boys. In the author Wes Moore the emotion you feel while reading it is hurt and compassion.

People deal with grief in different ways. As a small child, the way the narrator handles uncertainty and pain is distressing, yet also expected. She finds distractions in the furniture and decorations. The child notices a

The car's wheels caress the highway lovingly. I forget the rumble of the cars behind for a moment, instead focusing on the insignificant touching of the wheels and ground. My sister sat at the wheel seemingly waiting for some kind of sign, waiting for me. She spoke, “Are you excited about moving back to Meetleburg?” As if, I am leaving behind all that I have worked for in the past four-teen years! I stayed silent to the dismay of my sister.

“The Nanny” was a great story that explored the dynamics of a relationship that are plagued with deceit and betrayal. The son Chris emotional state is directly caused by his parent’s actions. It would be nice to see how Kaleigh handled this before and after this incident. You focus on this one day to give as a snapshot into this family problems, which was done very well. I do appreciate you allowing me to read your story, I enjoyed it very

Continuing to read this story I found more situations relatable. The argument between the mother and the children made me think of my mother and I fighting. We disagreed a great deal, but we always resolve our conflict. At the end of the day, she is my mother and I am her daughter, and family sticks together. The mother hiked with no pants, and unknowingly loses one of her loafers in the snow. The children assisted her with the search for it, but ended up creating her a shoe from their hats and scarfs. The existing love the children shared for their mother conqured the dismay they previously felt for her. That’s how it was for my mother and me. The love was not always visible but it was still present.

Main Idea: The main idea for this short story is about how Leslie lived and how she watched her own father die.

Overall, the narrative was great. The conflict of the narrator’s struggles with expressing emotions is well established in the Preface: “It Could All Be So Easy” and is addressed directly in the “Mom’s Quiet Voice” with the narrator wishing she could had verbally expressed how much she loved her grandfather. The writer’s voice is consistent throughout the narrative: blunt and candid, especially in the last paragraph of the Preface. “Why can’t people just say what the fuck they mean? Is it that hard to admit you need someone, and you love them, and neither they or you are alone in the world? Isn’t that what they want to hear anyway?” The use of rhetorical questions helps to illustrate the narrator’s attitude about the conflict. The tone

1 - Carver elicits the reader’s sympathy in this story by presenting the reader with a slow-moving although intense narration of a boy’s death whose parents are stricken with grief and panic.

Even the beginning felt so disconnected to life: “My mother tells me I am just biding time. She means it as a push toward not biding time” (Rankine 40). That was the only success to the story that I could find: how it masterfully echoed what loneliness is like. It was overall depressing and none of the characters had “happy endings” nor full lives. The beginning contained a recount of a father in his deathbed who regretted how much of his life he wasted worrying. The narrator’s friend was in a deep depression, even to the point where he had a nervous breakdown, and began crying while watching a movie irrelevant to his tears. A man, Timothy McVeigh, died from lethal injection and could not hold regret to what he did to all his victims. Even the dream of drinking a few glasses of water and the narrator being caught off guard by the price of the drinks powered the sense of loneliness and being lost. “I am, obviously, caught unprepared both financially and emotionally” (Rankine

The stories reminded me of the nature of my father’s disease. They seemed like an exciting prologue to a half-written play, ending abruptly in the beginning of a promising second act. No dramatic build up. No cliché. No moment in which the audience is allowed a sigh of relief. No heroic reversal of fortune. No applause. No reason to.

As much as one enjoys the characters, the script would benefit from more development in the areas of structure and plot.

Parents in the real world have children that die, and these parents don’t say they wish they never would have had their child. These parents simply understand that a life is still treasured even if its shorter than its supposed to be. The consequence of the decision was Ian leaving his family out of anger, Hannah dying, and Louise is left alone. For Ian watching Hannah die from an incurable disease made their whole marriage and the whole story of their shared life’s, unbearable. Louise is sad mourning the death of her daughter writing a book. In the end the death of Hannah affected both Ian and Louise tearing them apart.

As I watched my families car pull out of my driveway, I felt like a piece of me was leaving as well. My eyes, feeling like a dam that had just burst open, could hardly open enough to gaze at my family waving goodbye. The rather short street seemed to stretch on forever as I watched the bright lights of the car slowly disappear, wishing they could just stop and never leave my sight. Despite my immense sadness, I saw the beautiful sunrise painting the sky with brilliant shades of orange and pink, reminding me that everything would be ok.

I couldn’t imagine that I would have ever seen a tractor flying through the air, let alone a tractor landing just inches away from the room where my family was taking shelter. All of those childhood memories just gone just like that. My little sister Harper was crying to my mother saying “Mommy Mommy can it stop can it stop?” she wailed. I know this might seem crazy but that moment it just felt like time paused. And then my mother was crying to my father saying “Honey we lost her!” my mother cried.