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"'Mom says I'm mature for my age,' I told them, 'and she lets me cook for myself a lot.' The two nurses looked at each other, and one of them wrote something down on a clipboard. I asked what was wrong. Nothing, they said, nothing."

The dog is Jeannette and the flying trash is the "responsibilities" she had like cooking hot dogs at the age of three. However, getting hit by it in the face symbolizes when Jeannette got burned.

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I never believed in Santa Claus. None of us kids did. Mom and Dad refused to let us. They couldn't afford expensive presents and they didn't want us to think we weren't as good as other kids who, on Christmas morning, found all sorts of fancy toys under the tree that were supposedly left by Santa Claus. So they told us all about how other kids were deceived by the parents, how the toys grown-ups claimed were made by little elves wearing ball caps in their workshop in the North Pole actually had labels on them saying "MADE IN JAPAN".

Obviously, finding a parent to force their children not to believe in something as innocent as Santa Clause is definitely not the norm. This picture depicts the Walls parents as the blue person, because how many parents out there forcibly shatter a kid's imagination by telling them Santa isn't real?

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I had just turned eighteen. I quit my job at the hamburger joint the next day and became a full time reporter for The Phoenix. I'd never been happier in my life. I worked ninety-hour weeks, my telephone rang constantly, I was always hurrying off to interviews and checking the ten dollar Rolex I'd bought on the street to make sure I wasn't running late, rushing back to file my copy, and staying up until four a.m to set type when the typesetter quit. And I was bringing home $125 a week. If the check cleared.

The GIF is a representation of Jeannette's full time job as a reporter. It signifies self-sufficiency because she is making money off of it ($125 per week).

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None of us kids got allowances. When we wanted money, we walked along the roadside picking up beer cans and bottles that we redeemed for two cents each. Brian and I also collected scrap metal that we sold to the junk dealer for a penny a pound - three cents a pound for copper.

Notice how not once did Jeannette point any fingers at their parents for not giving them any money. This is forgiveness because instead of pointing fingers, they just live on with it and make it work for themselves, like how Jeannette and Brian would collect beer cans and scrap metals and sell it to recycling facilities like the one shown in the picture for some change. The picture is a recycling facility with people recycling to get some money out of it and it depicts what they had to do to get their own money.

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" 'Have I ever let you down?' Dad asked. I'd heard that question at least two hundred times, and I'd always answered it the way he wanted me to, because I thought it was my faith in Dad that kept him going all those years."

The picture is what it would've looked like when Jeannette and her dad had their moment in the hospital. This symbolizes unconditional love because in the end, no matter what, Jeannette is Rex's daughter and Rex is Jeannette's father. Even Jeannette said that she wanted to bust him out of the hospital "Rex Walls style"

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At times I felt like I was failing Maureen, like I wasn’t keeping my promise that I’d protect her–the promise I’d made to her when I held her on the way home from the hospital after she’d been born. I couldn’t get her what she needed most–hot baths, a warm bed, steaming bowls of Cream of Wheat before school in the morning–but I tried to do little things.

The picture depicts what they needed but could not get. No hot baths, a warm bed, and food. They had an empty hand when it came to these things, hence, a broken promise.