so even when her lips can barely stretch themselves around english, her accent is a stubborn compass always pointing her towards home…
Her accent is one of the only things left from her home, encasing everything from how she speaks, to how she acts.
so even when her lips can barely stretch themselves around english, her accent is a stubborn compass always pointing her towards home…
Her accent is one of the only things left from her home, encasing everything from how she speaks, to how she acts.
my mom holds her accent like a shotgun with two good hands
Her mother could either be trying to hold on to her culture, therefore holding onto her accent 'like a shotgun", or her mother could be quite quick witted.
But once the story’s done, the teller’s dead, her only hope’s to start another tale.
she can never stop telling tales, yet she's running out.
her store of words, half-built, half-baked ideas and dreams combine with jars just big enough to hide a man,
She's running out of ideas, therefore running out of time. SHe tries to come up with as many ideas for stories as possible, as a way to try and survive