Relationships & Partners and Writing Skills Tips. (A Writing Advice Guide Book

Continuation of What It Means To Annotate: Examples Below P22

Please do not copy the diary entries. They belong to the author, I would not be sharing any of them if I did not purposefully comment and respond to almost every other sentence. Unless you use it as a model to write your own example of annotation or a challenging writing prompt to follow NEVER COPY IT EVER. I will never put this book in stores or on another website either. This is a solo Wattpad story only and only exists for the convenience of those who wish to catch onto several writing skills and practiced them, Skylights, when they have no resources to use and accessibly provide themselves off line. I don't want any money for it and I don't want popularity for it. It is just a simple gift to less fortunate than me and to me them being able to read this is satisfying enough. It is enough for me that readers will want to read it.

You, however,  may quote whatever annotations I have stated that you find make a very good lesson and point I will allow that. I quote people all the time. And I will be listing several quotes from the story in these chapters to come up later because they are really good to quote, my friends.

166: 184th diary entry annotated.
Early February
I don't know what day of the week it is. (10 words, it is hard to keep track of weekly days sometimes.) They tell me I've been sick with a awful fever. (10 words, concerning all your entries about the awful cold January temperature last chapter, I believe it and I believe your friends as well.) Aunt Tee and Spicy used teas and salves — but it was Mama's love that pulled me through. (17 words, God helps us understand him by communicating with images of those we always lived and understand, she is seeing an image of her Mom not a physical being.) Whilst I was in a fever, dreaming, Mama come to me all soft and gentle. (15 words, but I do believe the voice and words were ones she would indeed say.)
"Get well, daughter. Live and grow strong."
Then she told me something that's really got me studying on the meaning. (20 words, you got me hooked already, Clotee.)
She say something Rufus used to always say, "To the one God gives much, much is asked in return." (19 words, man, that is truer than we ever realized that it could be so true! A line worth quoting.)
Then I saw Rufus standing with Mama. (7 words, they are with God in a better place.)
He say, "You have been given much, Clotee. (8 words, very true.) You can read and write, when others can't. (8 words, very true.) Now, you must put your learning to good use. (9 words, gifts from above are useless lest we put them into good old causes, Skylights.) Use your learning." Use it to do what? (8 words, the answer is about to meet you.)

167: 185th diary entry annotated.
Week later
I'm feeling better every day. (5 words, good)
Still wobbley. I'm back working in the kitchen and Big House. (11 words, hopefully that got your mind off being sick for so long, Clotee.)
After the dishes were done from the midday meal, I walked to the woods. (14 words, walking through Nature always made me feel better when I feel made or ill after being ill, Skylights.)
It's not nearly as cold as it has been. (9 words maybe you're right; I wouldn't know. Never stayed over night in Virginia or West Virginia yet.)
Most of the snow is melted. (6 words, a temporary thaw, Clotee.) I passed the cemetery and spent a minute with Uncle Heb, and I remembered Rufus and Aggie, Wook, and Baby Noah who never got a chance to live. (28 words, so sadly true and unfortunate about Baby Noah.) Then I moved down toward the river. (7 words, the sight of the river still amazing to see even now despite all that has happened within your own past.) I wrote F-R-E-E-D-O-M in the mud. (6 words, Freedom on its own is such a vague and subjective word in the English language, Skylights.) It still has no picture. (5 words, by itself, Freedom wouldn't show anybody a picture.) Maybe my dream meant that I should run to freedom up in the Philadelphia, the New York, or the Boston, and then use my reading and writing to help the abolitionists. (31 words, maybe, but I don't think that is what it means.) Is that what I should do, Mama? (7 words, I don't think so.)
How would I run away? (5 words, that's even better question.)