Letter To Rupi Kaur Milk And Honey

September 15 was a day I won’t forget I was scared for my friend Donavin he was 13 and had to get surgery on his neck, he had a 50% of making it through the surgery. I sat in the waiting room for what seemed like days, I ended up sleeping on the floor of the waiting room to get good or bad news. It was 5:00 pm when the nurse can in I got out of my seat as my sister held my hand tight. “He made it through the surgery would you like to see him” the nurse said. Without saying anything to the nurse, I ran to the room and opened the door with tears, my eyes waiting to see his face. I walked over and saw him sleeping, I layed next to him and hugged him like I have not seen him in forever, I was glad to see him doing well. By wanting to stay with a friend in the hospital, I was showing that I cared for that person. The characters of Sandra from “Geraldo no last name” and Liesel from the book thief showed that they care about people they don’t know.

Dear Rance Davis: Associate Dean of Student Life, I have created this letter to you in necessity for myself. This letter will hopefully bring a close to a chapter of my life that was in immense need of ending. Also, this letter will hopefully allow you to create a more positive

Tone The author’s tone is soft and direct to have the audience read with a concerning ease. The author wants to be perceived just like everyone else, but most importantly like every other parent. The author’s mood is very emotional and it is a mood that fluctuates with

Throughout the years that I lived in, there has been many bad things happening to me. The only bad thing that I give thanks to were the time when my dad would spank me for very good reasons. At the time I would be crying and hoping he wouldn’t but they were well deserved. With every spank it hurt, I know that, but later on with every mark I had I knew that pain is temporary it may last for a minute or an hour or a day even a year but eventually it will subside and something else will take it’s place. While that something is getting back it’s time to come back stronger and better because of it and I’m showing that the world is not a happy and peaceful place no it’s a mean and nasty place and it will beat you on your knees if you let it. I have shown that it hasn’t beat’n me from all the hits it has given me, I was able to look up and get up from that situation because it’s not how hard you hit the world it’s how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward how much pressure you can take and keep moving forward.

Dear Mrs. Linda sue Park,the book you wrote “A Long Walk to Water” has spoke to me and opened my eyes to what is really going on outside our “bubble.” Your book has a real meaning unlike some of the books I have read. I loved how you had put Nya’s part at the beginning and showed how their stories ended up crossing paths; That was a really cool and interesting choice it kept me wanting to read more. That was a great story to be told and I can’t wait to read more of your books. I think there are plenty more great stories out there to be told by a great writer just like you.

Additionally, since her work is very personal her feelings are clearly expressed through her words. The predominant emotions are anger and hope. Throughout her essay she is angry that writers are not expressing themselves to the fullest form. She described it as an injustice to the reader and to the writer. This is an injustice because a writer cannot pick and choose what is valuable, instead it is up to the reader, “ Whatever you find here of use you will take away with you, whatever you cannot use you will

Lisa (V.O.) The only good Lisa’s new house- Friday afternoon As LISA finishes taking her boxes to her room she begins writing LISA When I first heard we were moving here, I thought to myself. Why did dad have to take this job? I mean I don’t hate it here. I just hate the fact that I didn’t get to tell most of my friends I was leaving. Although, something good came out of this. I get to see an old friend of mine, at least start something over. This house is nicer than the one before. I still remember the time when mom thought there was a rat in the cabinets, man was she scared.

I write about the simple beauty I see every day, that others take for granted; such as a frost flower just as it pops out after the first cold harsh frost of winter. Or the sound of the sunshine in the south, (the dulcet tones of a southern woman, greeting her loved ones), and the solutions I formed that helped me overcome trauma and a rare

Flipping the last page back, there was two black and white pictures; I gently picked it up, having one on my left and right hand. Tears started to flow down from my cheeks as I fully analyzed it; it was a picture of Mama, Papa, Berthold and I. It was taken when it was Hanukkah, we looked so happy; it looked like nothing bad had happen to this family. The next picture was taken when I was in the camp, I looked horrible, once that little girl who had that meaningful smile has been swept off with an upside down smile. Brushing my fingers on the two photos, my cries grew louder as I read the last sentence; “never forget who you are -

One topic that I would like to dwell on is how happy you make me. I love your hair so much. It’s just so cute and pretty. YOU’RE SO CUTE JUST IN GENERAL. Honestly, I wasn’t too happy before I met you. My life is the opposite of what it was before I met you. I would like to thank your parents, yellow creators and you for being so amazing. I am really happy with you, truly, I got so lucky with you. I am writing this letter purely out of choice and no demon child named Osh is forcing me, I promise. But really, I do want to make you feel special. So, in conclusion, YOU CUTE, THICC AND YOU MAKE ME HAPPY. What else could I need? I just wonder what I ever did to deserve you. I SCORED!

― John Green, Turtles All the Way Down As I read this novel, I could not stop crying. The way that the characters persisted moved me, the ending was a perfect mix of joy and pity, and the imagery was far beyond amazing. This quote, specifically, speaks to me because I can apply it to any aspect of my life, especially throughout my metaphorical journey in seventh grade. This book of poetry is not a series of poems that I tell my story through, but rather a biography written about the challenges and successes in my life. I have changed and evolved into the scholar and young woman that I am today throughout one school year, which is remarkable and overwhelming all at once.

Momma Bear, Can you get letters in heaven? As I exhaustedly cried myself to sleep last night after May’s suicide, the thought of you never left my mind. I thought of writing down my feelings, instead of drowning in them, in a letter that you will never read. Years ago, you were in front me but, ever since the day you passed away, I wake up every morning with the reminder that you are a just a living memory. And if life is as short as they say it is, then I guess we are going to meet again sooner than I think we will...

The day was sunny and clear. We walked through the cool Chicago wind, bracing ourselves against it. Throughout the day we explored the city, visiting the Sears Tower, Navy Pier, and the Field Museum. I even got you to step out onto the Skydeck, despite your fear of heights. I

Thank you so much for the letter. I really enjoyed reading it and the way you wrote it, someday you will have to tell me how. I haven’t talked to you lately so here I will right what I’ve been up to. My life mostly contains swimming, Skiing, and just

As the end of the night approached us, I couldn’t stop thinking about how many mixed emotions I had about starting a whole new chapter in my life. I couldn't wait to go to college, meet all new people, get a degree so that I could start my career path, but I knew that meant I had to say goodbye to my two best friends, who were moving several hours away from me. This was one of the hardest things I had ever had to do in my life. We all cried a little, and then made promises to keep in touch, and then we were off into the real world! I was very happy to be at this point in my life, but I was scared deep down inside.