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"My own secret feeling was that I had missed my parents greatly, my mother

especially, and much more than I had anticipated."

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I remember not so long ago there was a tree in my grandparents back yard. I called it "my thinking tree" it was where I would go to either think or just hang from the branches but nothing is meant to last forever. So, I might have lost my tree but someone isn't truly gone until we stop remembering them. So my tree may be gone physically but the memories i had in the tree still stayed. As the plants that grow from where my tree once stood its still nursing that same backyard extending its branches waiting for me to climb up and hang there once again.

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Every once in a while, when I think of her, I’m driving alone
somewhere on the highway. In the twilight, I see their car off
to the side, a blue Olds coupe with a landau top, and as I pass
them by I look back in the mirror and I see them again, the two
figures huddling together in the front seat. Are they sleeping?
Or kissing? Are they all right?

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“Once, on ancient Earth, there was a human boy walking along a beach. There had just been a storm, and starfish had been scattered along the sands. The boy knew the fish would die, so he began to fling the fish to the sea. But every time he threw a starfish, another would wash ashore. "An old Earth man happened along and saw what the child was doing. He called out, 'Boy, what are you doing?' " 'Saving the starfish!' replied the boy. " 'But your attempts are useless, child! Every time you save one, another one returns, often the same one! You can't save them all, so why bother trying? Why does it matter, anyway?' called the old man. "The boy thought about this for a while, a starfish in his hand; he answered, "Well, it matters to this one." And then he flung the starfish into the welcoming sea.”

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When I was six or seven years old, I used to watch my mother as she prepared our
favorite meals. It

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"Her manner grew playful and light, and I helped her
shuffle to her mattress, and she lay down in the place where in a brief week she was dead."
"She looked at him with her ashen face and she burst into tears."
These sentences where really powerful for the visual aspect of writing. When I read these sentences I almost bursted into tears and even though the author probably didn't want us to cry it was the image that he was trying to get across.

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"We often talked like this, our tone decidedly matter-of-fact, chin up, just this side of
being able to bear it."
I believe that this is a powerful sentence because it shows how they didn't talk to each other like the normal Mother-Son would, and showed their affection and bond in other ways, like food, it gave an insight to how they normally were even in Chang-Rae's early life.

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huddling together in the front seat. Are they sleeping? Or kissing? Are they all right?

And beneath the face of her worry, I thought, my mother was smiling.

These sentences are powerful to me because they are talking about his mother and her life.