The characters Miss Moore and Sylvia, are separate but important people as they have influence on the lesson and its impact. Their relationship has Miss Moore reveal the lesson and Sylvia is the c...
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...onstrated well to how she walked into this but is also more impactful knowing she never forgot it. Sylvia’s bitter beginning reveals what the impact Miss Moore had even when she walked away. By admitting it what is seen for Sylvia is the bigger picture between what she thought she signed up for when she went and what was really gained. Sylvia’s admitting her story between the conflicts with herself is the story with another a lesson.
Miss Moore’s lesson being majorly important she brings an impact towards the children. They learn about the lesson about society’s worth towards items and people. Likewise, it also gathered that happiness can also not be reached without the equal chance of having money which is shown through symbolism, characters, and conflict. Overall, Sylvia thoughts and opinions are given a run for her money even though she may not have any money.
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