Wednesday, February 13, 2019
Message in a Bottle :: essays papers
Message in a Bottle curlicue waves gently brushed upon the sand and nipped softly at my toes. I gazed divulge into the oblivion of blue hue that lay before me. I stared hopefully at sun-filled sky, but I couldnt help but query how I was going to bemuse through the day. Honestly, I never position in a million years that my missy and I would be homeless. Oh, how I yearned for our house in the suburbs. A pain wrenched at my message when I was once reminded again of my beloved husband, Peter. I missed him so much and couldnt help but ask God w here(predicate)fore he was taken from us. Living underneath Pier 14 was no life for Emily and me. I had to get us out of here and choke on our feet. My stomach moaned angrily. I needed to somehow find solid diet for us, but how? Suddenly, something slimy brushed up against my leg and pierced my thoughts. I jumped back and brushed the residue of sand of my legs. What was that? As my eyes glide the water in front of me, I noticed somet hing spinning in the foam of the waves. Curiosity got the best of me and I went over to take a closer look. The object danced in the waves and eventu everyy was coughed out onto the beach. Emily I called to my eight-year-old young lady who was, at that time, infatuated with a seashell that she found earlier that day. Come here and see this Mommy found something. Although I had no idea what that something was and I definitely didnt know it would change my life forever. What did you find, Mommy? Is it food? Emily came running down from the pier to see my finding. Oh honey, I answered, sadly acknowledging my daughters hunger, I wish it was. Actually, Im not sooner sure what it is. Help me clean it off, will you? Emily and I began scrubbing the dilapidated, seaweed cover object in the warm waves of the Atlantic. Wow, Thats not at all I expected. I answered as I rolled an old feeding bottle in the water. At least we can get some notes for this at the recycling center. Not much, but if we collect enough bottles we could get some lunch I looked hopelessly at the bottle.
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