Point Of View Asssignment: Analysis
Point of View Asssignment
Sitting in a wheelchair, I moved around by turning the wheels. My hands were wrinkled. I could barely move with the back pain. The nurse handed me a bottle of milk, and I trembled, it spilled and then fell, all over my thigh. “It’s okay, Sharol, ”the nurse said.
“Je suis vieux. I feel so useless and meaningless” I exclaimed sorrowfully.
“Remember how you always win when you play card games You know, you can talk and think like a youth,” She saw the photo I was holding. “Who are they ?” She asked.
“They were my friends.” I smiled and recalled the life in that photo. People gathered around. I was sitting under the tree by myself, watching a group of students playing hide-and-seek. People passed by, nobody ever looked at me, ever. “Comment allez-vous?” Rarely, a teacher came to me …show more content…
I lifted my glasses with my hand.
Occasionally, Ted appeared in my head. I often avoided looking at him when I saw him. However, I was curious about what he was doing and worried about how he felt.
“ The girls are gossiping again.” I thought. I went by and heard something.
“Ted was sent to the hospital yesterday.”
“ Yes, it was said that he has cancer.”
My legs squeezed and I rushed to the hospital as fast as I could. My muscles were in great pain. I kept on sweating a lot. Finally, I got there. Ted. It was Ted. His face was pale as hell. His eyes were dropping. His weariness showed his deterioration.
Everyday, I visited him. I sang him lullaby when he was moaning with pain and read him stories when he was struggling with boredom. Despite my effort, he didn’t seem to get any better.
“Are you mad with me, Carol?” He asked in a weak voice.
“No, I am not. Certainly not. I don’t care anymore. I don’t care if you dates Celine. I don’t care if you treat me well. As soon as you can live, I am willing to sacrifice anything. I just want you to live. Do you understand?”
“Stupid girl.” He laughed with the limited strength he
Sitting in a wheelchair, I moved around by turning the wheels. My hands were wrinkled. I could barely move with the back pain. The nurse handed me a bottle of milk, and I trembled, it spilled and then fell, all over my thigh. “It’s okay, Sharol, ”the nurse said.
“Je suis vieux. I feel so useless and meaningless” I exclaimed sorrowfully.
“Remember how you always win when you play card games You know, you can talk and think like a youth,” She saw the photo I was holding. “Who are they ?” She asked.
“They were my friends.” I smiled and recalled the life in that photo. People gathered around. I was sitting under the tree by myself, watching a group of students playing hide-and-seek. People passed by, nobody ever looked at me, ever. “Comment allez-vous?” Rarely, a teacher came to me …show more content…
I lifted my glasses with my hand.
Occasionally, Ted appeared in my head. I often avoided looking at him when I saw him. However, I was curious about what he was doing and worried about how he felt.
“ The girls are gossiping again.” I thought. I went by and heard something.
“Ted was sent to the hospital yesterday.”
“ Yes, it was said that he has cancer.”
My legs squeezed and I rushed to the hospital as fast as I could. My muscles were in great pain. I kept on sweating a lot. Finally, I got there. Ted. It was Ted. His face was pale as hell. His eyes were dropping. His weariness showed his deterioration.
Everyday, I visited him. I sang him lullaby when he was moaning with pain and read him stories when he was struggling with boredom. Despite my effort, he didn’t seem to get any better.
“Are you mad with me, Carol?” He asked in a weak voice.
“No, I am not. Certainly not. I don’t care anymore. I don’t care if you dates Celine. I don’t care if you treat me well. As soon as you can live, I am willing to sacrifice anything. I just want you to live. Do you understand?”
“Stupid girl.” He laughed with the limited strength he