Oliver to Paul - Paul's brother
Alice to Paul - Paul's Grandma
Philip to Paul - Paul's Gradpa
Sally and Peter to Paul, Celia and Oliver - Parents
Alice and Philip to Paul and Oliver - grandparents
William to Paul - Paul's cousin
Tom to Celia - Celia's uncle
Amy to Oliver - Oliver's aunt
Tom to Amy- Amy's husband
He is too young to go to school.
She is too old to play the volleyball.
Tommy has enough sweets to share with friends.
Lilly has enough dolls to play with other girls.
Ben is as intelligent as Einstein.
Dan is as high as Michael Jordan.
I hate it when my brother Charlie has to go away. My parents constantly try to explain to me how sick he is. That I am lucky for having a brain where all the chemicals flow properly to their destinations like undammed rivers. When I complain about how bored I am without a little brother to play with, they try to make me feel bad by pointing out that his boredom likely far surpasses mine, considering his confine to a dark room in an institution. I always beg for them to give him one last chance. Of course, they did at first. Charlie has been back home several times, each shorter in duration than the last. Every time without fail, it all starts again. The neighbourhood cats with gouged out eyes showing up in his toy chest, my dad's razors found dropped on the baby slide in the park across the street, mom's vitamins replaced by bits of dishwasher tablets. My parents are hesitant now, using "last chances" sparingly. They say his disorder makes him charming, makes it easy for him to fake normalcy, and to trick the doctors who care for him into thinking he is ready for rehabilitation. That I will just have to put up with my boredom if it means staying safe from him. I hate it when Charlie has to go away. It makes me have to pretend to be good until he is back.
1. Что миссис Тротт делает на первой картинке?
2. Куда идет Джек на второй картинке?
3. Как вы думаете, миссис Тротт чувствует на каждой картинке? Почему?