Who Is Doodle's Death?

This Persuasive writing is about the Scarlett ibis. Its asking us if we think doodles brother is responsible for his death or not responsible. In my opinion, the brother is not responsible for Doodle's death. Even though he feels like he should be blamed. Doodle was destined to die. Fate has a huge role in this story. This is evident in the scarlet ibis, which was a foreshadowing of what was to come. This brilliant bird represented doodle, and the bird died. Doodle was supposed to die. The brother was only 13. He was mean, it's true, but he was young. He was acting how most boys his age do when confronted with something uncomfortable, like a disabled brother. He was jealous of the attention Doodle got, and he was embarrassed by Doodle's

I’m here today to represent deceased Doodle. The Narrator was responsible for Doodle’s death because he left him in the storm, he showed cruelty towards Doodle, and didn’t care about Doodle’s conditions or diabilities or feelings at all!

Yes, I do feel that it was the narrator's fault that Doodle died. The reason that I think this for the reason that the narrator purposely ignored what the doctor had told them what not to do. Also, he pushed Doodle hard.

Relationships between people are not always what they seem; they can be very complex and unworkable or very simple and smooth. In the short stories "Everyday Use" by Alice Walker and 'The Scarlet Ibis" by James Hurst, unique relationships are portrayed between different characters. " Everyday Use" is a well-written short story about differences on views on heritage and tradition. The narrator also known as Mama is a black manly woman who has two very dissimilar relationships with her quiet daughter Maggie and her assertive daughter Dee. However, in the short story "The Scarlet Ibis" one connection is enhanced between Doodle, who is handicapped, and his older brother.

There are many explanations of why it was the narrator’s responsibility of Doodle’s death, and here are just a few.

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