After Marguerite destroyed all the clones she had made, she started to treat Francine like an only child. Francine could get away with anything like breaking stuff, back talking and other disruptive stuff. Francine was actually a good kid. Some of Francine’s talents include: singing, dancing, drawing, writing creative stories, and she could double dutch. In 1952 on Francine’s tenth birthday, her birth parents, Fred and Feonia came to see her.
Mikage was a young student in Tokyo, and lived with her grandmother until she passed away. After the death of her grandmother, Mikage was left depressed, alone, listless and unable to face the world. Being a young girl, she did not know how exactly to react and what to do after such a tragic event, as she had no family left. Mikage was so shattered by this event that she could not even sleep at night. Eventually, she found peace in the kitchen and spent the night there.
He never went to school and stayed at home with his mother and his father was never around. His father was an alcoholic and his parent’s relationship was breaking apart right in front of his. He saw and met the man that his mother abandoned her children and husband for to start a new life because she deserved more. He lived with his Grandmother and Grandfather, and Him and his Grandfather were extremely close. As he had gotten older, he grandfather had passed away and was completely devastated.
Cynthia I. Zamora Kirstie L. Musgrove ENGL 1302-3002 19 May 2012 The Scandal! As time elapses, many of our beliefs, morals, and even actions change. I can recall the time when my grandmother narrated a story of how young girls were punished and even isolated for not following the moral code of conduct in her town. I remember the distraught look on her face and even get chills as I picture the tears in her eyes. It must have been difficult to live up to those expectations because she explained how a girl was not to go out past 7pm.
Rude, selfish, honest, and two-faced; those are all some traits that describe Jing-Mei and Amy. In the stories Two Kinds and, And Summer is Gone, Jing-Mei and Amy both go through a struggle with a change. Jing-Mei and Amy changed because they wanted to be their own person, which makes them more similar because of c/c. Jing-Mei and Amy are the same because they both are rude to the people around them so they could be their own person. In Jing-Mei’s point of view she was rude to her mom by bringing back terrible memories.
Marla: All I remember from my childhood is hearing my mother yelling through the walls that I shared with them, or seeing her with a black eye or broken arm and not being able to take care of me; while my father takes off for couple of days or a week. I cannot recall ever having a family dinner with my parents that was argument free and heard laughter. Clinician (Dardree): How was the relationship between your parents? Marla: The relationship between my parents was toxic, but my mother loved him a lot. Now that I’m older, I think about it and still cannot understand why she did.
“I know you want me to stay, Mom, but I want to cheer and go to my old high school. All of my friends are there.” “I know baby, this is just so hard for me.” Then she began to cry hard. We held each other for the longest time. I felt my back become wet from the tears she shed. That night, we talked more than we had in such a long time.
This teasing and bullying happened everywhere, making me feel so isolated and alone. Many days I came home with tears streaming down my face, enough to soak my shirt, stumbling as I walked because the tears clouded my eyes. The only comfort I had waited for me on the other side of my front door; my Mama would hold me in her arms, squeezing me tight, offering words of encouragement. She knew I would come through the other side of this a stronger, wiser and more compassionate person. Waking up each day often proved a nearly impossible task.
The hardships were never truly left behind. I remember once in first grade she had gone to pick me up early from school. Some minor authorities starting questioning her, questions she did not know how to answer, questions she did not understand. I saw her sob and sob in desesperation, hands on face and cheeks wet from tears.Following her departure, my mother was faced with multiple cases of severe discrimination. I still have vivid memories of “neighborly†exchanges of words.
However, her mother called and said she had passed away from that night. Depression and tears fulfilled my heart and only thing I had left of her is the paleness of her skin on a photo we took the first day we met. Yes, Donna was the only friend who could of made me smile or laugh with meaning, but she is gone away now. The 4'7" girl I knew is beyond the clouds, and our friendship will never be