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Garments industry in Bangladesh paragraph on 200 words
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Bangladesh garment industry
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A luxurious department store in the hub Bangladesh, B.D. store was decorated with many species of flower, eight floors of high street brands, and high class restaurant at the top of the building.
“Mother! Mother! I saw a beautiful shirt over there. It was very beautiful and suitable for me. Can you buy it for me? Please!!!!” An elegance woman wearing a long beautiful working dress, Mrs. Sarah Stuart, turned her whole body followed the sound of her daughter.
Mrs. Stuart saw a lovely high school student was running into her, Emily Stuart, she had requested her mother to buy clothes for her for a thousand times. Her daughter was extremely enthusiastic on shopping, honestly she was a shopaholic. Every times, she saw a poster labelled with the
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She could beg her mother to buy a lot of clothes by using a very please statement. Finally, her mother was soft-hearted, she got abundant of shopping bags in the trunk of her mother’s car.
“You already have a lot of shirts in your closet, don’t you? Your closet is going to be full for sure if you buy any others more.” her mother replied with an assured voice. “Do you understand what I mean?”
Emily’s face was crestfallen and turned back walking to another place. However, Mrs. Stuart paused her action and thought for a minute. She had decided to tell her daughter for many times that, “OK daughter.” she was walking to her daughter and said with tapping her shoulder, “You can’t just buy another because your closet is full, but if you want to buy more clothes, you have to take some out and donate it.”
The girl was surprised on her mother’s idea, that was an amazing idea to clear all the clothes that she did not want anymore out from the closet. Truly, she actually wanted her closet to be empty, and she would be able to buy others more.
“Deal?” her mother asked. The girl raised her head up, and smiled at her mother with nodding her head to mean that she absolutely
Then she saw a greasy china plate that had bread crumbs, cheese and sausage. The pungent of cheese made her stomach grumble. The man was very rude and insulted her because she couldn’t read. Then Frances headed home and on her way, she bumped into a girl with a nice, green, winter coat. She imagined her Ma in that coat, twirling around with a smile on her face. The girl’s mother said a rather offensive sentence about Frances and walked away with her daughter.
The window was cold to the touch. The glass shimmered as the specks of sunlight danced, and Blake stood, peering out. As God put his head to the window, at once, he felt light shining through his soul. Six years old. Age ceased to define him and time ceased to exist. Silence seeped into every crevice of the room, and slowly, as the awe of the vision engulfed him, he felt the gates slowly open. His thoughts grew fluid, unrestrained, and almost chaotic. An untouched imagination had been liberated, and soon, the world around him transformed into one of magnificence and wonder. His childish naivety cloaked the flaws and turbulence of London, and the imagination became, to Blake, the body of God. The darkness lingering in the corners of London slowly became light. Years passed by, slowly fading into wisps of the past, and the blanket of innocence deteriorated as reality blurred the clarity of childhood.
THE PAST :.. In days gone by, the four species managed to live in perfect harmony. Witches, werewolves and vampires lived in secret, blending in with the humans on a daily basis - and the humans remained completely in the dark about their existence. It was after thousands of years of living this way, whilst everything was completely normal, that a small group of vampires decided that they’d had enough. They spent months devising plans.
...ving to raise a child on her own was not the life she had imagined. She had no experience to go by; only what the books told her was right and wrong. She did the best that she was able given her circumstances. The mother tells the person that has asked help to understand Emily to “let her be.” (Olsen) She tells herself that Emily has become all that she is going to become. Because of the world around and the decisions made by her mother, she will not have the opportunity to become more. However, to her mother she is perfect the way she is. She feels she has failed her in a way “my wisdom came too late, she has much to her and probably little will come of it.” (Olsen) Her mother doesn’t want her to settle, “help her to know that she is more than this dress on the ironing board.” (Olsen) She wants better for Emily; she does not have to conform to the world around her.
At the beginning of the story Emily is just an ordinary little girl, but as the story continues she begins to feel herself changing. By the end of the story, Emily has gained self-consciousness and thinks of herself not as an ordinary little girl but as “Emily”.
In the opening of this story, someone, perhaps a teacher, has asked the narrator to talk to them about Emily. The narrator’s response makes it appear that she does not care about her daughter. However, the narrator loves Emily deeply, but feels like she shows it by working to support her.
First, in the beginning of the story someone was on the phone that cared for Emily, told her mother “I wish you would manage the time to come in and talk with me about your daught...
Emily’s conflict started at a very young age. Her father was a strict man that didn’t let her have a normal social life. Emily lived in an antique house. “It was a big squarish house that had once been white.”
Emily’s reaction to her father’s death reveals her inability to accepting of let go of the past and as well as her inability to live independently.
Growing up Emily’s father, Mr. Gierson, made her stay in the house and not socialize with others. He taught her that he was only trying to protect her from the outside world. Mr.Gierson was a rude man who felt that things should go his way; therefore, his daughter hopelessly fell for him because she did not know any oth...
Uncle Sam mocked me. He pointed, stared into my soul, and said, “I want you,” but it was a lie. No one wanted Clive Hardy fighting their battles for them, not if they had any sense.
attire stood up and with her little boy in tow, took a deep breath and
As I saunter onto the school field, I survey the premises to behold people in coats, shielding themselves from winter's blues. The sun isn't out yet, but the place bursting with life and exuberance, with people gliding across the ice covered floor almost cat-like. The field is effervescent and despite the dire conditions, the field seems to have taken on a life of its own. The weather is bad and the ice seems to burn the skin if touched, yet the mood is still euphoric. The bare shrubs and plants about the place look like they've been whipped by Winter himself. The air is frosty and at every breath the sight of steam seems to be present. A cold, cruel northerly wind blows across the playground and creates unrest amongst some. Crack! The crisp sound of leaves is heard, as if of ice splitting and hissing. Squirrels are seen trying to find a point of safety, scurrying about the bare trees that lie around the playground. Mystery and enigma clouds the playing field, providing a sense of anticipation about the place. Who is going to be the person to spoil the moment? To kill the conversation?
Mike watched his brother from their bedroom door. He was tired from the sleepless night, but Carl’s enthusiasm was got too him. “Carl let me open one.” Carl picked up a small round shape present and handed it to Mikey. Mikey opened the present and it was a bottle of perfume for his mother. “I’ll take it sweetie,” Mikey’s mom said. She had been standing behind both of her children for the last few minutes, just watching. Carl’s father was in the kitchen he made a pot of
Too late. I could already hear my mothers graceful footsteps ascend the stairs. She carefully opened the door that entered my kitchen, and I flung myself into her arms. My mother yelped with shock and a hint of exhaustion, “Meggie honey, Mommy is very tired. Please be a little more careful next time.”