Sunday, January 21, 2007
Dread
I close my eyes and wonder what it would feel to let an innocent infant deteriorate his life. To see people feel sorry for him even though it wasn't his fault. Staring at the life he wished he had, and dreaming of a preferable day he goes to sleep. His parsimonious heart so hurt and boisterous tries to seek for love but he would not let it. He tries to forget his mother for she betrayed him. She promised to never let him down, she promised to give him a better future and she failed. For her negligence he also failed. He hated her for everything, he blaimed her for everyting, because everything was her fault. I rapidly open my eyes and realize that it was not true. My fear of failing my son wasn't true.
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WOW! this discriptive paragraph was very powerful. i can just imagine you at the end waking up realizing it was a dream. I like the word choices you made. This is a really good discriptive paragraph.
Dulce,
I was very moved by your paragraph. It is obvious that you care deeply about your son and that shows through in this writing. I was particularly pleased by your large vocabulary, such as using the adjectives "parsimonious" and "boisterous." But I wonder how the word parsimonious fits in. Can you define the word for me and tell me if this is what you meant? I wonder how a heart can be parsimonious and boisterous at the same time. At first I thought it was YOU who was abandoned, but at the end you reveal that it was a dream about your fear of abandoning your son. Very thoughtful. Thank you for sharing details of you life with us.
Mr. J
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