my mother and me
When I
read the story The first day, leaving home by Edward P. Jones, I remember my
first day in kindergarten. I strongly remember this day, because I made my
first friend. I was young and shy girl. I was looking nervous to my mother. She
dressed me up, when she was ready, she took me to downside. Then she took me in
the car. When we arrived by kindergarten, I was looking surprise to her and
people and children there. I was
passive. My mom took me to the receipt. The woman looked us and welcomed us
friendly. She was nicely and warmth to us. My mom introduce us, she also told
her I’m deaf. I looked at her and did not say something. She didn’t look
surprise or strange to me, just happy to meet me. Look like in the book said
she acts as if like she had known me all my life. She led us to the children.
The children were looking me curiously. Suddenly the girl with blond hair and
brown eyes came and tried to do her best to communicate with me. She referred
me to seesaw. I understand her fast. I followed her to seesaw. We sat in
opposite to each other. We cheerfully played seesaw. My mom was happy and she
walked to me, and said she had to leave and I can to ensure playing with that
blond girl. I nodded. She became my first friend. Later she was leaving for
ever in my life. But I always remember her, because I was happy she had helped
me and I always thanked her.
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"I can’t read it. I don’t know how to read or write, and I’m asking
you to help me.” My mother looks at me, then looks away. I know almost all of
her looks, but this one is brand new to me. ”Would you help me, then?”
The text explains that her mother can’t read, and she
felt difficult to say to the woman. She’s afraid to get bad response. I can
predict it that mother wants her daughter has good education, because she
didn’t had that it. I can feel her courage. I predict it would be difficult to
say to people that you can’t read.
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We go into the hall, where my mother kneels down to me. Her lips are
quivering. ”I’ll be back to pick you up at twelve o’clock. I don’t want you to
go nowhere. You just wait right here. And listen to every word she say.” I
touch her lips and press them together. It is an old, old game
between us
I can feel her afraid. She wants her daughter to have
safe. Her daughter touched her lips and pressed them together and she knows it
is an old game between them. She already knows before. That means her mother
has repeated it.
