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Farewell Speech For Farewells

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The vibrant green grass swayed ever so slightly in the gentle breeze. I ripped my tattered blue bonnet from my head and let my wavy, brown hair swirl in the joyful wind. My nearly nine-year-old sister looked at me with the uttermost disgust on her face. I mustered out the largest smirk possible and directed it at her sunburned face. As I turned to gaze at the completely clear blue sky, I heard her small feet pounding the soft wet earth as she presumably went to report my behavior to Ma and Pa. I rolled my eyes and ambled over to our modest wood house to wish my final farewells. That day, May 1, 1841, to be exact, was the beginning of the end. Pa was quickly loading the last of the silver pots and pans into the wagon. He had always looked mean to others. His tall stature and curly brown beard sent shivers down their backs. But, I knew my Pa. He is the nicest man there is. Ma is a bit more stern. Everything must be kept in order, then she’ll be content. Yet, she always is ready to help others at nearly five foot. Now we get to Kathleen. Saying we fight is an understatement. She is always clung to mom’s knee. Her hair is dirty blonde just like her mother’s. I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my sibling though. “Time to go!” Pa beckoned. I didn't even have to feel sadness because the excitement of “The Oregon Trail” was pulling so hard at my sleeve. I darted over to them as we began the walk. I looked for Carrie, our neighbors the Johnsons’ only daughter. Our whole town of

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