In the short story “Salvation” by Langston Hughes, I felt connected to the narrator in this scene “Suddenly the whole room broke into a sea of shouting, as they saw me rise. Waves of rejoicing swept the place. Women leaped in the air. My aunt threw her arms around me.” Even though, my history is a little different. But when I was 7–8 years old, I was a bad kid. I used to fight, curse, and all those bad stuff. But one day my aunt took me to the church. I never thought of going to the church at that age. And everyone at the church was amazed that I was calm and not fighting. And when they baptized me, I stopped doing all those bad things. Post data, I didn’t see Jesus either. In the short story “Araby” by James Joyce, I felt connected to the narrator in this scene, “Her image accompanied me even in places the most hostile to romance.” Even though my history is a little different. When I was a teenager, I had a crush on a girl who was in the eighth grade, I was in the sixth grade. I never told her anything because I Knew she was going to make fun of me in a good way. But I knew she was not going to take me seriously. She and I used to spend a lot of time in middle school. Before she went to high school, she kissed me, and we took a photo together. I was seeing that picture night and days for weeks. Post data, I didn’t become obsessed with her.