It's first person point of view. I took the test
D) To highlight how different birthdays feel.
In this passage, the author introduces a flashback. Flashback refers to an interruption in the narrative that a writer uses in order to introduce past events. This is done in order to provide background or context to the current events of a narrative. In this example, the flashback also serves as a way to compare the different birthdays that the character has had. In doing so, we learn more about him, and about the expectations he might have for his birthday.
I couldn't feel my entire body, like the wasteland in front of me I was frozen over and near my end. As that could be an exaggeration, I couldn't feel anything in my body, my toes had long since lost feeling and I lost feeling in my face awhile back. The wasteland in front of me housed hundreds of bodies, all of them screaming in delight all the while I wanted to scream in pain. "You could at least look like your happy." My mother grumbled at me from beside me, of course. I turned to her with murder in my eyes, I will never be happy in this freezing weather of despair, the message came across in my eyes and she turned away from me with a frown. It was her fault I was in a horrid mood, I was freezing in the middle of nowhere when I could be at home in the warmth reading or doing something equally as mind-numbing. No one was going to be able to find us, for we were dropped off by my father. I didn't know why someone I loved would put me in danger. I clenched my hands. My stomach growled as I haven't eaten in days. "When are we going to eat" was a constant question that I would keep to myself. I began to feel sleepy, as the sun fell and the moon rose. I tried to stay awake so I would be able to sleep in tomorrow morning, but I fell in a deep sleep. The next morning I woke up to screams. I opened my eyes in fear of what I may see. I was in the same place where I went to sleep. I noticed that I was by myself. In fear, I stood up and started to look around for my mother. She wasn't anywhere. "She's probably just getting food" I whispered to myself, as I returned to where I where we were dropped off. A couple of hours passed and I haven't seen my mother. I began to worry that she got lost or she could've gotten so could she gave up. No, I thought to myself, she couldn't give up. Then I remembered the screams that woke me up. "Was that her screams?" I mumbled to myself as I shivered. A couple of days past and I had not seen her. I was walking miles to find someone that could help me, but I had no luck. I stumbled across a shack. There wasn't anyone or anything inside but I stayed inside for a couple of hours, for it was a good shelter. I woke up, in the shed. Must've fallen asleep in there. I'm not sure how long I was in there for but it must've been long since it was now dark. I was broken, no one would be able to find me. I began to feel frustrated. I was by myself, I was terrified, and cold. I just want to be inside by a fire, and family. I walked more the next day and found a house. I slowly approached it in fear someone would jump out. With my blue shaking hands I knocked. No one answered. I knocked again and waited. The door slowly creaked open. An older woman appeared at the door. "My, what are you doing here in this weather?" She explained. All that could come out of my mouth was, "I'm lost." She took me inside and made me a cup of hot cocoa. I began to warm up and was able to speak more. "Have you seen my mother?" I asked. She replied with a no. I slept on the couch that night. The next morning I woke up to the smell of pancakes. I sat there with my eyes open, thinking of my mother. Where was she? I thought. I decided it would be best for me to stay where I am. A whole year passed of me living with this woman in the middle of nowhere. One night as I was sleeping by the warm fire, I heard knocking from the door. I got up and went to open the door. As I looked outside I saw nobody, so I shut the door. A couple of minutes later I heard the knock again. I got up faster this time and opened the door. There, standing right in front of me was my mother. I was shocked. I leaped into her arms and started to cry. I was overjoyed that she was with me. The older woman stumbled out of her room and made hot cocoa just like she did for me.
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