Please refer to the book, The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan. Turn to page 35(for those with the red cover version by the series editor, Judith Baxter) and refer to the story Scar. Extract: I was sitting at the top of the stairs when she arrived. I knew it was my motherShe cried with a wailing voice that was so sad. And then I remembered the dream with my mothers voice. (till page 37) Question 1: EXPLAIN CLEARLY WHAT FEELINGS IN THIS PASSAGE AROUSES IN YOU TOWARDS AN-MEI AND HER MOTHER.
YOU SHOULD REFER CLOSELY TO THE EXTRACT IN SUPPORT OF YOUR ANSWER. I am saddened by the relationship between An-mei and her mother. I knew it was my mother even though I had not seen her in all my memory, this shows us that, despite being mother and daughter, they did not have the opportunity to establish a close bond. An-mei had no memories of her mother, even though she knew it was my mother. An-meis mother is foreign and strange to her as her mother looked strange too, like the missionary ladies at our school, who were insolent and bossy in their too-tall shoes, foreign clothes, and short hair. I am touched by An-meis mothers perseverance and determination to go to her dying mother. An-meis aunt quickly looked away, did not call her by name and offer her tea, which is the Chinese traditional way of treating visitors.
Even the servant looked down on her as she hurried away with a displeased look. Despite the aunts protest, Too late, too late, it did not stop my mother. In spite of the humiliation and disrespect given by the aunt and servant, An-meis mother did not leave as she tolerated all this for the sake of Popo, her own mother. I feel sorry for An-mei as her mind has been greatly influenced by her grandmother. She observed her mother and saw that she had a long white neck, just like the goose that had laid me (one of her grandmothers stories).
The Term Paper on Mothers Day
When I was first asked to give a talk on mothers, since it would be mother’s day. I started wondering how Mother’s Day came to be. I was surprised to discover that Mother’s Day has a history longer than Christianity! Ancients celebrated Isis (Mother of the Pharaohs), Rhea (Greek Mother of the Gods), and Cybele (The Great Mother). The worship of these ancient goddesses is similar to the reverence ...
She knew she was the girl whose belly held a colourless winter melon.
Popo told me not to speak her name, thus An-mei stood there, mute, not daring to address her mother. This is pitiful of An-mei as she does not deserve this treatment from her grandmother, making her confused and hesitant towards her mother. I have pity for An-mei as she did not look for fear my head would burst and my brains would dribble out of my ears, scared as she laid in her mothers arms. I have sympathy for her as her innocent mind has been poisoned by her grandmother, making her turn against her mother. I am worried for An-mei and her mother, fearful that they may never be reunited as mother and daughter. Although An-mei knew it was my mother although she had not seen her in all my memory, she finds it hard to acknowledge her mother.
An-mei watched her (mother) carefully, trying to remember a familiar sound(mothers voice) from a forgotten dream, not able to recall exactly happened when she was only four. An-meis mother tried to communicate with An-mei when she brush her hair with long sweeping strokes asking her you have been a good daughter? and scolded An-mei good-naturedly, An-mei, you know who I am, yet failed. She could not control the sorrow welling inside her as she started rubbing and searching under my chin, finding .was my smooth-neck scar , as if rubbing the memory back into my skin. An-meis mother then began to cry, wrapping her hands around her own neck and cried with a wailing voice that was so sad. This is especially saddening as both mother and daughter suffered much. However, I am hopeful too as An-mei finally remembered the dream with my mothers voice, signifying that there is still hope for the reunification of the two.
Morever, when An-mei saw her mother, though she tried to keep very still, her heart felt like crickets scratching to get out of a cage. An-mei also recognized the similar physical features, when she did, I saw my own face looking back at me. Eyes that stayed wide open and saw too much I am happy for her as she does not dislike or hate her mother very much. She seemed to understand her mother. Question 2: BY REFERRNG CLOSELY TO EVENTS IN THE NOVEL, SHOW HOW AN-MEI CAME TO LOVE AND RESPECT HER MOTHER. Although An-meis mother was dying, An-meis mother still believed in saving her by cooking magic in the ancient tradition so as to try to cure her mother this one last time. That was how An-mei came to love my mother, how I saw her in my own true nature and what was beneath my skin, inside my bones.
The Homework on A Mother Standing Tall
When I was younger, in my middle school years, I would get so angry at her for being my mother. She didn’t teach me how to shave my legs; I had to learn from my best friend. Mom’s are supposed to teach their daughters how to shave their legs. Mine didn’t. When I first started wearing make-up it wasn’t because she brought me into her room and carefully showed me how to blend soft brown eye shadow ...
An-meis mother pull up her sleeve and put this knife on the softest part of her arm and cut a piece of meat from her arm. An-mei tried to close my eyes, but could not. An-mei saw that tears poured from her (mothers) face and blood spilled to the floor. Even though Popos mouth was already too tight from trying to keep her spirit in, An-meis mother still fed her this soup. However, Popo passed away in the end. An-mei could see the pain of the flesh and the worth of the pain. She understands that this is the way a daughter honours her mother, it is to shou so deep it is in your bones. She knows that the pain of the flesh is nothing, the pain you must forget. When An-mei returned with her mother to Teintsin, she had an encounter with Second Wife who gave her a pearl necklace.
Her mother scolded her for it. what you hear is not genuine. She(Second Wife)makes clouds with one hand, rain with the other. She is trying to trick you, so you will do anything for her, but An-mei tried not to listen to my mother. In the end, An-meis mother crushed the pearl necklace and it was only then that An-mei realized the necklace that had almost bought my heart and mind now had one bead of crushed glass. Her mother did not want An-mei to let Second Wife buy you(her) for such a cheap price. After that, An-mei would always remember how easy it is to lose myself to something false. An-mei saw the truth beyond the surface with her mothers help.
After knowing what happened to her mother, An-mei saw how circumstantial her mother was. She did not blame her mother for her plight, for being Wu Tsings fourth wife as she saw everything and heard things she had never understood before. She saw Second Wifes true nature. An-mei knew her mothers difficult situation from Yan Chang, so when Wu Tsing asked your mother to be his third concubine to bear him a son, what choice did she have? She was already as low as a prostitute. Instead of being resentful of her mother being a third concubine, she sympathetized with her. However, An-mei was dissatisfied in some way, as she suffered so much after Yan Chang told me my mothers story and she wanted her mother to shout at Wu Tsing, to shout at Second Wife, to shout at Yan Chang and say she was wrong to tell me all these stories.
The Research paper on Working Mothers 2
Abstract This paper examines the benefits and the negatives of the mother who works either due to financial need or her own desire to do so. Such concerns are whether or not having a working mother negatively affects the children emotionally and/or academically. This paper will explore how maternal employment affects of the child as well as the mother. For many new mothers the decision to return ...
However, all these changed when An-meis mother sacrificed her life for An-mei, making An-mei admire her mother even more with all these contrasts. Her mother had poisoned herself as she had taken too much opium. Her mother had deliberately committed suicide as An-mei believed that her mother would never listen to this woman who had caused her so much suffering and knew that her mother listened to her own heart, to no longer pretend. She also knew that her mother had plan her death so carefully that it became a weapon. The way her mother killed herself gave An-mei more sorrow yet courage at the same time, for her mother eat ywansyau filled with a kind of bitter poison saying that you see how this life is, you cannot eat enough of this bitterness. When her mother lay dying, An-mei heard her mother whisper to me that she would rather kill her own weak spirit so she could give me a stronger one.
This had definitely earned An-meis respect for her mother. Because of her mothers sacrifice and courage in her suicide, An-mei saw the change in her, she saw her mother opened her eyes slowly, yet she was not scared. An-mei could finally see the truth, too and she is strong, too. As her mothers soul will come back to settle scores on the first day of the Lunar New Year, all debts must be paid, or disaster and misfortune will follow, making Wu Tsing fearful of my mothers vengeful spirit. With this, Wu Tsing promised her visiting ghost that he would raise Syaundi and me (An-mei) as his honoured children this gave An-mei and her brother the highest and most prestigious positions in the house. When Wu Tsing promised to revere her as if she had been First Wife, his only wife, threatening Second Wifes position. In the end, her mothers death gave An-mei the strength to fight back against Second Wife as she showed Second Wife the fake pearl necklace and crushed it under my foot, with Seconds Wife hair turning white.
The Essay on Analysis of Guy de Maupassant’s “Old Mother Savage”
We are all taught that our identity lies in the roles we play throughout life, in other words, in our actions. William Shakespeare wrote, “All the world’s a stage / And all the men and women merely players. / They have their exits and their entrances…” (As You Like It, II, vii). Whenever people act outside of their parts; whenever we miss our entrance, our identity is ...
And on that day, I learned to shout. An-mei became a stronger self, a better transformation of the replica of her mother..
