Leaving my home, The first day

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.