belonging speech
She stood in the middle of the hall of an unfamiliar house, where the wind washed against the windows as she heard a howling noise. Her empty eyes saw the old picture frames, of her father as teenager, as the hallway light flickering on and off.
As she walked down the hall the floorboards creaked with every step she would take. The smell of her grandmother weaved past her nose, taking her back to a time she had forgotten about.
I sat down with my grandmother; looking at old photographs she had keep through out the years. They were old & had tacky edges but with just one look at the photo, I imagined my father walking in at a time like this. I imagined his face, knowing I was safe & with someone who would look after me.
But every time I remembered what he looked like, I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if he saw me like this. My father wasn’t one to say much but he never, liked to see me upset or cry.
I threw my head back and tasted the tears. I knew I would miss him, but not this much. He was of average height, with dark hair and olive skin & was always joking around. I know that I was, and would always be, his daughter and that no matter what happened in between he would always make a way to bring her home.
Belonging. Belonging is the important need or want to be a part of ones self, a place, a group, or the boarder of community. When one ‘Belongs’ they feel that they are accepted & welcome, are contempt with their position within society. As such, Belonging is primarily an internal feeling & is determined by the individual.
I will explore the view of ‘the simple gift’, ‘immigrants’ & my own creative writing called “My Fathers Daughter”. In my three texts I have chosen you develop a personalized detailed appreciation of the concept ‘Belonging’. Each of these texts enforces the reader on a new concept of belonging & how one individual can see things differently.
‘The simple gift’ explores the
As she walked down the hall the floorboards creaked with every step she would take. The smell of her grandmother weaved past her nose, taking her back to a time she had forgotten about.
I sat down with my grandmother; looking at old photographs she had keep through out the years. They were old & had tacky edges but with just one look at the photo, I imagined my father walking in at a time like this. I imagined his face, knowing I was safe & with someone who would look after me.
But every time I remembered what he looked like, I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if he saw me like this. My father wasn’t one to say much but he never, liked to see me upset or cry.
I threw my head back and tasted the tears. I knew I would miss him, but not this much. He was of average height, with dark hair and olive skin & was always joking around. I know that I was, and would always be, his daughter and that no matter what happened in between he would always make a way to bring her home.
Belonging. Belonging is the important need or want to be a part of ones self, a place, a group, or the boarder of community. When one ‘Belongs’ they feel that they are accepted & welcome, are contempt with their position within society. As such, Belonging is primarily an internal feeling & is determined by the individual.
I will explore the view of ‘the simple gift’, ‘immigrants’ & my own creative writing called “My Fathers Daughter”. In my three texts I have chosen you develop a personalized detailed appreciation of the concept ‘Belonging’. Each of these texts enforces the reader on a new concept of belonging & how one individual can see things differently.
‘The simple gift’ explores the