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Danni Colello
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"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." Maya Angelou
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Danielle Colello
Professor Mangini English Comp. 100 2-7-19 My blog post #4 is about the first time I lost my sense of home by a very controlling important male figure in my life. I am connecting this theme of home, and even deeper theme of losing the essence of “home” to the story, “Hills Like White Elephants.”. In the Story the Girl is being guided and pushed by this strong male role in her life to make a decision, during this decision-making process she loses her sense of direction in that she doesn’t know which of the two paths/ decisions will lead her ‘home”. The white snowflakes gently glided to the ground, I watched in amazement as the sun was slowly making its way down, but the light of this day was still so bright. “Danni!” Hollered my Mother from the front door. “Your hot chocolate is ready!” Instantly I hustled my tiny cold feet inside, waiting for me was a mug of hot chocolate with more white marsh mellows than I could count, and sitting beside it was my green blankey. As I sipped on my sweet hot chocolate and watched dragon tales cuddled up with my blankey I hardly noticed the sun continuing to descend from the sky. Suddenly I couldn’t fight this strong urge to fall asleep right there at the table. I awoke in instant panic as my blankey had disappeared. “Blankey?!” I shouted. I started looking all around me as the dim, remaining light of this day peeking into the kitchen was seeming to hold out a while longer than usual. I looked out the window almost hoping to find my answer in the remaining light the sunset was giving off. The darkness was almost chasing the sun away now. And finally, I see my dad out of the window stumbling his way back to the house from the garbage cans on the side of the road. He has that look on his face where you weren't sure what he would do, but you just knew to stay out of his way. He swings open the front door as I hear muffled swear words. “uh oh.” I thought. “When is this fucking snow going to stop!?” he rhetorically slurred. “Daddy!” I tried to fight back tears. “What?!” “Daddy I can’t, I can’t find my blankey.” As hot tears slowly rolled down my face and my heart dropped to my stomach he responded,” That old dirty fucking rag? That’s gone its time to grow up Danni!” The sun had set at this point, and darkness was touching everything in its grips. I looked out of the window once more and noticed it had stopped snowing completely. “But, but daddy!” “Its time to fucking grow up, now go to bed!” he screamed as he slammed his hand on the table. All I could smell was the putrid wrenching scent of whiskey. As my dad threw back the remaining hot chocolate and marshmallows in my mug, I ran to my room refusing to hold back my tears and emotions at this point, my heart was racing, I was sweating I felt as though my whole world and my safety had been taken from me. As I sat in bed with all of the lights off unable to stop thinking about my blankey, I gazed out of the window one last time as if I would find some answer from the night sky. High above me was the waning crescent moon, I stared for a while as I tried to understand. I didn’t know what had truly happened to my blankey but I knew it was apparently, “Time to fucking grow up.” I laid down on my barbie sheets to try and fall asleep so in turn I could wake up from this bad dream. But I knew the real monster wasn’t going to get me in my dream, I knew the real monster was "home".
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Angelina
2/11/2019 01:13:11 pm
I like how the weather moves with your scene. I’m sorry that you were living in a nightmare, and your escape was to drift into a dream. Very impactful.
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Francis
2/11/2019 07:54:43 pm
Hey Danni,
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skank
2/21/2019 11:40:10 am
first of all your dads a fucking asshole. the description was flourishing, and it set the scene right! and the theme was also very good. I'm sorry you had to deal with that at such a young age, I know that it isn't easy. #ripblankey <3, and ill be expecting a ft later, luv ya you strong ass woman!!
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Sabatino
2/21/2019 11:55:47 am
Thank you for sharing this post. We can talk about this scene in person, but for now:
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shaymaa
3/3/2019 05:11:54 am
your description is flourishing and your scene is complete
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