Can someone give me an example of a passage of time (Personal Narrative Essay).

One reason I think we get so angry mad at our children is because we can.

Who else can you talk to like this? Can you imagine hissing at your partner,

“You get off the phone NOW! No, NOT in five minutes …”? Or saying to a

friend, “You get over here right this second! And the longer you make me

wait, the worse it’s going to be for you.” Or, while talking to a salesman at

Sear’s who happens to pick up the ringing phone, grabbing his arm too hard and

shouting, “Don’t you DARE answer the phone when I’m talking to you.

But underneath the fear I keep finding resiliency, forgiveness, even grace.

the police rob enrique and other migrants and they deport them back