I will mark Brainliest ( All u got to do is write a story related to the pic) please make it long so it fits in the box

I followed the footprints in the sand hoping it would dirstract the pain in my head. The footprints seemed small, too small. Reminding me of of Emma, my 8 year old daughter who is now lost in this selfish big world. The footprints went on for a while. A little part of me hoping they were Emma's. The footprints stoped and as i glanced up, of coarse it wasn't Emmas but instead this little boy sitting by himself reading a book.

I was shocked to see this little 5-6 year old reading a thick chapter book. As i walked toward him he paid little to no attention in me, just glaring into the thick book. Thats about when I saw a tear drop from his eye. I went up sat next to him as he quickly started to wipe his face.

" Are you ok?" I asked without hesitaion. He looked up and said, "Yeah, im fine. Just missing my parents." He then closed his book and stared blankly in the sand.

"You see, my parents droped me off at school but when I came back they were just not home" he said trying to hold back tears. " They never came back?" I asked, hoping he would respond. He didn't.

"I know how it feels to loose something that you love the most." I said staring into the ocean.

"You really don't though." he said making an unreadable expression.

"I lost my daughter a month ago." I blurted

"Oh, i'm sorry. I shoudn't have been rude...I didn't..." he started to trail off.

"It fine." i interupted. Then nobody talked for a while.

We both stated fidiling with the sand, making castles, forts, burying eachother. It was the most fun I ever had this month. The boy seemed calm and collective. I envied him.

"So lady, whats your name?" the boy asked enthusistically

" You can call me Rose, short for Rosalie." I infomed

" Neat! You can call me Ben!" he said.

I forgot that this same boy that was crying earlier was this happy little boy.

"Who do you live with now?" I asked knowig it might have been a sensitive subject.

"My aunt, she doesn't want to help me find my parents" he said while building a sand castle. "but I want to help you find your daughter..."

"Emma" I responded

"Ah Emma, if you will help me find my parent?" he looked up to see my response

A tear ruled down my eye. "S-sure" I said smiling and wiping my tear.

Lets begin the journey.

Explanation:

This kinda sounds sad, sorry bout that!

kellan is struggling with the amount of work he has to do

hope this : 3

1. read the following excerpt from franklin d. roosevelt's "fireside chat 19":

on the other side of the picture, we must learn also to know that guerilla warfare against the germans in, let us say serbia or norway, us; that a successful russian offensive against the germans us; and that british successes on land or sea in any part of the world strengthen our hands.

remember always that germany and italy, regardless of any formal declaration of war, consider themselves at war with the united states at this moment just as much as they consider themselves at war with britain or russia. and germany puts all the other republics of the americas into the same category of enemies. the people of our sister republics of this hemisphere can be honored by that fact.  

the true goal we seek is far above and beyond the ugly field of battle. when we resort to force, as now we must, we are determined that this force shall be directed toward ultimate good as well as against immediate evil. we americans are not destroyers — we are builders.

analyze the effectiveness of this excerpt. how does it function within the speech as a whole? how does the structure of the excerpt to convey the speech's purpose and key points? support your argument with evidence from the speech. (10 points)