Little girls

Pauline works as a “mammy” in a white family and prefers to favor them over her biological family. Pecola is a little black girl with low self-esteem. The world had forced her to believe that she is ugly and she must have blue eyes, if she wants to look beautiful. Therefore, every night she prays before sleeping that she will wake up with blue eyes. She was brought up as a poor unwanted girl in the society. But Pecola always desired the acceptance and love of society. The image of ‘Shirely Temple Beauty’

our relationship has been all over the place. I grew up as a daddy’s girl, but one physical accident can change the relationship between a daughter and father. When I was little, I was really close with my dad. My mom had worked nights, so I saw and spent most my time with my dad. I wanted to do everything my dad did. I wanted to be just like my dad, even though I was a girl. I went to my dad for everything when I was little. When I was scared or sick, I would cry for my dad. As I was growing up

brightly colored lights. Perhaps their parents would give as he did so many years ago. Each little boy or girl could select one present of their choice to open on Christmas Eve. He closed his eyes; he could almost hear their squeals of delight. Jeff dumped another bag of mail in the sorter. As the machine ran, he let his mind wander. After giving him a good-bye kiss, Barbie smiled as she watched their little Joy kiss her daddy. Barbie handed him a lace handkerchief to wipe off the smear of peanut

either of us had ever been. I have to admit I was a little wary of going, knowing Tom and all, but it was just wonderful. We got a little apartment, Tom and Pammy and I, in the center of Paris. It had these gorgeous windows, Nick, they were simply divine. They opened out to the street, and I’ll tell you, I could just look out of those windows for hours. I would stare at the people going into all the little shops on our street. There was this little bakery that made the most delicious scones. You should

tighter finish. After we repeated that two other times, he ran as fast as his little black legs could carry us. The hardest thing we had to do after that was wait for the announcers to announce the fastest time and who got take home the money. Cooper was my very best friend. He made my bad days good and my good days even better than usual. The day I sold Cooper was a day my life changed forever. I remember the little girl who purchased him rode him through my pasture and was ecstatic to be able to

progress in their relationships with one another, and in then end will fail to unite. Another example where Whitman would disapprove would be when Dickenson writes “They shut me up…as when a little girl..they put me in the Closet….Still! Could themselves have peeped” Here Dickenson is talking about how the little girl was put in solitary only because she spoke her mind as well as implying a hypocrisy occurring. Whitman would definitely disapprove because he believes that everyone is entitled to their

As the shots rang out, a bullet struck the top of her mother's head. Part of her skull fell into the pit. The momentum of her falling mom carried the little girl down with her. Her mother's body partially shielded her. The girl lay perfectly still, afraid to even breathe as the shooting continued. When the last group faced the guns, a large man fell in on top of her shielding even more of her body from view. The insurgent’s sprinkled a white powder over the bodies before leaving. She lay still as

died and left Rye along, the men that represented hope and new beginning to Rye was gone now. In addition, two children came out of the house where the man and the woman had run, a boy and little girl they crossed the street where Rye was. They look and Rye and the directed their path to the woman, the little girl move the

I reluctantly took a step back as I stared at the commodious bleach white building towering above me. I have not been here for years and I instantly feel my stomach erupt in butterflies. Today was the first day of my volunteering program at the University of Florida. I stand outside in the clammy incalescence Florida weather dredging to go inside the enormous superstructure that reads HOSPITAL in big red letters. My first impulse is to turn around and whisk back home, but all I can hear is my mother’s

It was a beautiful morning when Mrs. Johnson said goodbye to her husband before going their separate ways for the day. With a wind blowing in her face that felt like tiny needles; Mrs. Johnson made her way to No Doze Cafe, the lovely coffee shop on the corner in the neighborhood where she lived. “Good morning, Jumin,” Mrs. Johnson exclaimed joyfully as she walked into No Doze Cafe, the barista nodded shortly in her direction as he tried to tame the crowd around the bar. Watching for a minute, Mrs