Short Story : ' Sitting Motionless On His Rocking Chair '

The memoir of Jeannette Walls had several characters, important people in her life. But, there was one specific character, her dad, that she had a close relationship with. Jeannette Walls grew up in poverty and always moved around. Her family was close, but Jeannette was closest to her father over anyone else. She loved and admired her father and defended him too. Her memoir, “The Glass Castle” is very popular. She is a grown-up now and cares about her parents. She offers to help them out of poverty, but they resist. Jeannette certainly cares for both parents, but her father has a special place in her heart. Jeannette has a special relationship with her father because she admired his heroicness, she got to pick Venus as her star, and he helped her and distracted her from being scared and in pain.

The first passage reveals the parallel suffering occurring in the lives of different members of the family, which emphasizes the echoes between the sufferings of the father and the narrator. The narrator’s father’s despair over having watched

The author’s melancholic, yet, optimistic tone arouses mix feelings from his readers. Bragg clouts his readers’ perception of his father with harrowing, however, coveted recollections of the past. In the author’s comparative recount of the Father’s demeanor, he paints an unsettling, yet a hopeful life of his father:

I was consumed by my own anger: the fear of being all alone, that I wasn’t able to control the beast in me. Because of this, I had missed the last words my mother said, her last days and her last smile. I was selfish, and as much as it pains me to admit, my ego was greater than anything that was happening in the house.

The death of the narrator’s daughter, Grace, is something that the narrator suffers a lot and it is shocking for him as a father and a family. He remembers that his mother has given him the responsibility to take care of his brother, Sonny, which he is not able to do so. The death of his daughter leads him to approach his brother and listen to Sonny about what does he feels about life he has been going through for a long time.

Edouard, Sarah’s father in-law, was forever traumatized into silence about seeing Sarah return to the apartment to find her dead brother. Edouard had nightmares and would never forget what he had witnessed. As Julia read Edouard a letter from Genevieve to Gaspard’s family about Sarah, her life, and her now joining the DuFaure family “He sounded like he was crying, but he appeared to be doing everything he could to make me think he wasn’t” (195). Seeing Sarah return to the apartment to find her brothers dead body locked away had been a defining moment in Edouard’s life and being able to hear the letter about Sarah’s new and better childhood with the DuFaure’s he gained some closure, at least Sarah found a great family after what she had gone through. William Rainsferd was also greatly affected by learning about his mothers true identity. He rethought his entire life, caught in a whirlwind of emotions and new information, and finally at the very end of the book made peace with the new knowledge and used it to better his life. His life was forever changed by learning more about

I reach out again, and this time, I touch his palm. I envelope his cold hand in mine and squeeze it tightly, a promise that I wouldn't let go. Not like before.

Mattie’s mother had yellow fever. It was hard for mattie, she didn’t know if she was going to die or live. Mattie’s mother wanted to send Mattie away so she won’t catch the fever. “Dr. Kerr got right to the point. Yellow Fever, William. There’s no doubt. I advise you to send Matilda out of the city at once” (Anderson 73). Even though she was sent away, mattie still got Yellow Fever. She had lived thru the fever and had returned to her home, but things were different then the way she had left it. She couldn’t find her mother, the Coffeehouse was broken into, and many other

My dad is always out of the country, he recently went to Germany . He said he won’t be back for another 4 days. I am super mad because I don’t get to spend much time with him because he is always gone for work. When my dad is in the country, he works in Detroit. He was gone again like 2 or 1 and a half weeks ago. Last week or something he went to China and brought some stuff back for me and my little brother Liam.

Enchanted by her serene radiance, I did not disturb her. Suddenly she began to speak in a whispered hum that was more like a song, unique in a dwelling full of ranting outbursts. She spoke of years long past, swimming in the pond with her sister and dancing in the moonlight. I could picture all in my head, like I was watching a movie. Then she began repeating the story she had just told me, and I realized that she was merely talking to herself. Although this discovery disenchanted me at first, I soon realized that, although the woman was talking to herself, she still had so many fantastic stories stored in her mind. The residents of the home all had some life flittering in them and numerous stories to share; they just need someone to listen to them. After my experience at the home I knew that one of my goals in life would always be o help make sure that people were receiving proper treatment, and not merely stuffed away and drugged up.

The large cut on the right side of my forehead had begun to bleed again; my own blood threatening to choke me. “Calm down its ok. You're going through a rough phase that's all. Try to get some rest,” was all the comfort dad could manage before choking up into tears. He turned away as streaks of auburn curls lightly brushed against me, the owner tending to my wound. Rest, he says; not so easy when every time your eyes droop, the dreams begin. They have been getting worse, the closer I become in finding a way to bring her

The last time I had spoken with him was around lunch time when I left school. We had an early day so I always called him just to make sure he’s okay. I gobble up my breakfast and head to school still with my dad on the brain but I’m sure he’s okay.

Their visit lasted for two hours, and afterward they continued to correspond. She was struck by his letters, which seemed introspective, and were not at all what she had expected. “I am a very honest person with my feelings,” he wrote her. “I will not bullshit you on how I feel or what I think.” He said that he used to be stoic, like his father. But, he added, “losing my three daughters . . . my home, wife and my life, you tend to wake up a little. I have learned to open myself.”

I looked back again at Mel’s door. I thought about how I could open it at any given moment, and all of Mel’s debts she doesn’t know I’ve been counting would be exhumed. I thought about how I shouldn’t do things for rewards, how I shouldn’t keep track of who owed me what, because real true blue, honest-to-God Good People didn’t do that. I thought about how I should learn how to just let go. I thought about how I should say “I don’t mind, because we’re family and we have to stick together.” I thought about toxoplasma gondii, and how the back of my brain murmured about how my head was probably swarming with parasites now, while Mel got off scot-free. The muffled agitation reared its ugly head up. The more I thought about it, the more my skull

My dad had left my mom, my brother, and me when we were little, but we will still would visit him every weekend, and we would spend time with him like when we were a family. My mom didn’t really like us going to