Unformatted text preview: right on the tree. They wink in the sunlight, butter up gold drooping from the branches like plump little Buddhas.” Those two sentences used great imagery to help me picture the tree in my mind and in turn, it made me think of my apple tree outside my own home. The ending of the story made me sad. I didn’t like that the father got into an accident. What I got out of the story, is that the narrator and her sister really have no idea how big of a deal their fathers alcoholism is, so they continue on waiting for their father to awake after his accident. The sisters go outside into his garden, sift through glass and metal to bring their father his flowers, so that they will be the first thing he will see when he wakes up....
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This essay was uploaded on 04/21/2008 for the course ENG 101 taught by Professor Smith during the Spring '07 term at Monroe CC.
- Spring '07