Iwas six when my mother taught me the art of invisible strength. it was a strategy for winning arguments, respect from others, and eventually, though neither of us knew it at the time, chess games.

"bite back your tongue," scolded my mother when i cried loudly, yanking her hand toward the store that sold bags of salted plums. at home, she said, "wise guy, he not go against wind. in chinese we say, come from south, blow with wind-poom! -north will follow. strongest wind cannot be seen."

the next week i bit back my tongue as we entered the store with the forbidden candies. when my mother finished her shopping, she quietly plucked a small bag of plums from the rack and put it on the counter with the rest of the items.

what do the interactions between waverly and her mother in the first three paragraphs suggest about their relationship?

nature versus humanity!

123 did i do well? then i would love if you would mark me brrainliest

the third paragraph is your answer,

"but, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground. the brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. the world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. it is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. it is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us— that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under god, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth. "