The opening paragraph of the story describes how peaceful the dead woman looked in her bed before her children could say the final goodbye to their loving mother. Her facial features looked calm, and her long white hair was carefully arranged as though she wanted to leave this world as beautiful and blameless as her life was. At the beginning of the story her character was introduced as a "sweet soul that lived in that body," who managed to raise two successful children alone by "arming them with a strict moral code, teaching them religion, without weakness, and duty, without compromise."
She slumped to the floor of the the cottage”. This was really big for her because she just got freed from enslavement, then she learns that she will be reminded of that everyday of her life by this slavery child.
Her whole world was crashing down. It what seemed like only a split second, her best friend’s father had been condemned to death. Someone who she considered to be like a father was going to be taken away, ripped away from her.
A trickle of fear had her lying motionless with her eyes closed, straining to hear the slightest noise. A deep sigh of regret and the pressure of a body by her side made her acutely aware that she wasn’t alone.
Samuel gazed pensively at Lelia, her soft, slate-blue eyes appeared dreamier than usual when she gazed up at him. With his heart beating faster than usual, Sam thought he felt Lelia faintly trembling. Taking a step back so he could study her intently, he tried to sound convincing when he whispered: “Hey, come on now, it’ll be okay.” He wiggled from one foot to the other.
“Just go,” Dean breathed pulling her close. She was awake and tears were falling from her eyes she couldn’t speak gasping for breath but she gently rubbed his arms. As if he was the one who needed comforting.
“Her long shadow fell to the water’s edge. Her face had a tragic and fierce aspect of wild sorrow and of dumb pain mingled with the fear of some struggling, half-shaped resolve. She stood looking at us without a stir, and like the wilderness itself, with an air of brooding over an inscrutable purpose…”
The man took him to the living room where they both sat on the couch. Richard cried into his hands. His sobs shook his shoulders violently. His wife was gone. He cried for a half hour till he could cry no more, the ambulance crew left, taking Raya’s body with them to the hospital morgue, where they would take her organs before the funeral. Mrs. Levei went home, shock evident on her face, as was the pity in her eyes as she looked at Richard.
She arrived to the port on the black sea after walking for a day. In her mind it was worth it. When she saw a glimpse of the sail on Felix’s ship all of her pain seemed to disappear. As the ship reached the dock all of
“You’re a monster!” She screamed at him.’’You’re a monster!” She repeated as she was backing away from him.
The sentence "as my mother held my hand in hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs" also gives the reader an insight into just how shattered the family is after the death, as his mother is described as being 'too upset to cry,' and that the main character feels that he now has to step up, being the oldest child, and comfort his family as an adult.
“ It was terrifying. There was someone whispering in my ear. The whispers became louder. They soon became nothing but screams of children and women, and no matter how hard I struggled, I … I just couldn't move.”
Both girls stared at the water.” (118). Furthermore, “The water darkened and closed quickly over the place where Chicken Little sank”(118). After Chicken Little death a funeral was held for him where Sula and the people in attendance would start to suffer from the lost of Chicken Little. Sula would suffer the most from this as she breaks down in tears before and during the funeral. “Sula simply cried. Soundlessly and with no heaving and gasping for breath, she let down her chin to dot the front of her dress “(125). Sula felt responsible for Chicken death.
Plenty of other children were following him in crying as well. This child wore black furs and had red hair and red eyes. He was weeping because he was taken from his family and sent to this foreign place to die. He was a weak child and knew that he would perish out here, never to see his family again.
Laurel folded her arms in front of her, her head dropped off to the side a little. She kept her dark hues locked onto Lincoln, her head shaking. She couldn’t imagine how hard it was for him to leave his daughter, from her understanding she was only a few weeks old. She could never do that, leave something so precious behind to go out, out into hell. She shook her head from side to side. Her staring at him, like she was, probably made him feel uneasy, like she was judging him and part of her was. Truth be told Laurel didn’t know what she would do if she were put in a situation like Lincoln’s, he had to shoot his wife and put her down. She never wanted that and luckily she never had to. The two people she cared for most in this, the ones she