I looked out the window and saw only ash gray sky. In the cold stillness of the night, I could hear my father’s car keening in the distance. “You’re one in a million,” it cried. “One in a million,” I spoke quietly to myself as I turn back to the teapot. But the thing is, I’m not. I don’t help blind people cross the street or take boxes of kittens to the Humane Center or stop to help an old lady change her flat tire. I don’t do any of those things, but Dad does. Dad has a way about him that makes people feel special, like the way he calls me Ashes, even when Mom’s not around. He makes everything seem brighter, warmer, even on gray winter nights, like this one. Dad is really one in a million, and he is also in desperate need of money, something …show more content…
After one more deep breath, I reach into my pocket and slowly pull out the wad of money that I stole from the teapot. I hesitate before I finally say, “Here you go Dad,” and offer him the money, reaching out my hand so he can take it. Dad waits for a second, looking at me, before he reaches out and captures the money in his own hands. After he puts the money in his pocket, he lets out a sigh of relief and turns to me, still with a smile on his face, “Thank you Ashes, I don’t know what I did to deserve you. You really saved me from some trouble.” He puts his hand on my shoulder and gives it a gentle pat, “Hey,” he says, “Maybe that’s what you could do when you grow up, Ashes. Save people! You know, like a fireman or police officer. Or a doctor! You’d be really good at that, Ashes.” I look up at him and smile, I like knowing that Dad sees me as a hero, even though I know I’m not, “Yeah Dad, I like the sound of that.” I turn to head back to the apartment building but stop and turn around to face him again. “Dad,” I say and he looks down at me, “You’re going to give the money back, …show more content…
As I lie down on my bed, I think about Dad, and what he is now doing with the money. I also wonder if he’s ever going to give it back. I know he said he would, by Friday at the latest, but he also said he would give me a necklace made out of stars. As the years went on I realize that I was never going to get what he promised, and that all he could really offer me was dreams. Somehow I know that this will be a similar situation, but I know it will still be okay. Mom doesn’t really need that money, she is always to prepared for everything. But Dad does need that money because he’s a dreamer, and dreams don’t pay the bills. Hopefully this money will help him, and if it does, then I am glad I am the one who gave it to
On behalf of my entire family, I want to thank all of you for your compassion and for being present here today. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Mauri-Lynne, and I'm Lionel's daughter. Dad was devoted to every one of you. We all hope that you'll share your memories of him with us, if not today then in the weeks and months to come.
“Ugh, I was just about to say that,” my mother says disappointedly, knowing my dad has just gained a point in our never-ending competition.
Death knocked on the door constantly for these two survivors, but the dad saved the day every time even up to his last breaths. They came across lucky break, after lucky break, but if it had not been for the father’s resourcefulness they would not have taken advantage of them. Occasionally the breaks were hard to get and find, but the dad came through. On the beach, they saw a boat out in the ocean, and rather than waste the supplies on board the dad made countless journeys back and forth to the boat. In the process, he obtained large quantities of life saving supplies, which kept them going. Without the dad’s resourcefulness, they would not have even made it out of the fire that destroyed the earth.
She waited until the next morning and went to prison with the special shoes and socks he wore. She begged them to let my father have these things. They only laughed at her! “He doesn’t need anything where he’s going, lady. Go home and take that with you.” Six weeks later the postman brought a letter. My father’s name was Martin and it said the following: “Martin Wolf, age 47, died of unknown causes.” Then they sent a little urn, where you put ashes when someone dies. My father had died! My mother wrote to me, “Our father is no longer with us. What am I going to do? How am I going to exist?”
It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Tommy,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Austin, and he sounds upset.” As I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Austin.
In the fairy tale “Godfather Death” contained in the book Grimm’s Tale for Young and Old: The Complete Stories as translated by Ralph Manheim, the central theme is betrayal. The apparent betrayals take place seven times in the course of a man’s life, mainly for personal gain. Each person doing the deceiving, whether for the good of the family or kingdom, truthfully ends up lying to others in order to gain something of significant value. In the end, a father deceives his son twice, the son deceives his royal family and his own godfather twice and the godfather deceives his godson once.
In 1972, Frank Ford Coppola directed the film, “The Godfather.” It starred Marlon Brando as Don Vito Corleone, a powerful man in the New York City area. He is powerful because he is the head of his mafia “family”. Don Corleone’s son Michael is played by Al Pacino and at first he is an innocent young man who wants to be nothing like his father. After his father’s death, he changes his mind and takes control of the family and he transitions from a lighthearted college-educated student into the man he did not want to become.
The Godfather Death is a story about choice and perception, how a man view the powers of the world, whether they were good, bad, or considered to be neutral.
“He knew you had to get your homework done. He wasn’t himself on this last visit. You got to spend time with him before things got really bad and that’s when he wanted to spend time with you,” said my dad.
Before I begin I would like to thank all of you here on behalf of my mother, my brother and myself, for your efforts large and small to be here today, to help us mark my fathers passing.
CRITICAL ANALYSIS ON "GODFATHER DEATH", A FAIRY TALE WRITTEN BY JACOB LUDWIG GRIMM AND WILHELM CARL GRIMM
“Godfather Death” is a fairy tale collected by two German brothers, the brothers Grimm, during the 19th century. The tale is of the 13th child, a boy born to a poor family. In the search for a Godfather for the boy, his father interviews God, Satan and Death himself. While Death proves to be fair in choosing everyone he visits, he makes a deal with the boy who grew to be a doctor.
To my beloved Cesario, My love for you is endless as the ocean and as intense as the sun. I have endless riches, and yet for just a chance to spend the rest of my life in your company, I would be willing to give it all away. Getting married to you was my dream come true. So thank you, Cesario. Thank you for returning my pure feelings of love.
Francis Ford Coppola’s The Godfather is considered by many to be one of the greatest movies ever produced. This timeless classic has captured the attention and admiration of movie lovers across all age ranges, racial lines, and religious belief systems since it’s release in 1972. The film, set in 1945, follows the story of Don Vito Corleone, an old mafia boss who is at the head of the most powerful mafia family in New York. There comes a point in the film when Don Corleone retires, and relinquishes his control over the Corleone family to his youngest son, Michael. The film is wildly captivating and extremely entertaining from beginning to end, but there are also many different sociological themes at play throughout
It was on a Friday morning at 4:30 A.M. that happiness and joy filled the hearts of both my parents. I was born on November 29, 1996 at Broward General Hospital in Fort Lauderdale Florida. My parents had five children, and among the five children that they had, I was the third (or middle) child from them. It started off as two boys, then I came along as the first girl, after it was another boy, then finally, another baby girl; so total was three boys and two girls. The way that my parents lived and treated each other was the same as if any other married couple that loved each other so much. They’ve gone through a lot to get to where they are now today, but they made it and along the way had us five children. They have been really strong with each other which made them only have the five of us and no other step children. My mom is a great cook and enjoy cooking for us; this is probably where my passion for culinary comes from. My dad is an amazing tailor, he is very good at making our clothes, and my passion for fashion probably came from him. My dad is also a teacher, one of the best math teacher I know, he is passionate about his job and his family is the center of his universe. I cannot finish this chapter without mentioning my grandmother, I was lucky enough to have ever met. I had spent part of my life time with her, like the rest of the family she is sweet, my grandmother Abelus,