Liquor - Walter POV Liquor: the drink of the devil, the cause of problems, and my dream. The liquor store is all I think of everyday. Of course, my family discourages such an idea and doesn’t trust me, but I think they all are as dumb as a rat. The liquor store will ultimately give me and my family an economic boost, so why are they complaining? After all, money is life. It’s water, but in a paper form. It will solve our economic and social problems that we have suffered long enough in our family. However, most of all, I need to prove to society that I can be a man that my mom always wanted for me to be. I need to show how I can be the new man in the house, after my father died.. This is like pulling out the sword in the stone, a test of honor and dignity.
Egg - Walter POV I wake up in an empty bed; my dreams of my own, brand new liquor store suddenly disappearing. I rush through my cramped apartment that I share with my family to the bathroom outside, only to find it was currently occupied by the Johnsons. Angry by the horrible morning, I comes back to my tenement where the smell of eggs permeates the bland gray kitchen. I see my wife, Ruth making eggs. “Hey, for one minute you looked real young, …show more content…
Ever since I was born, I’ve never had much material wealth, but I always walk proudly with my head high and present dignity, even as a black woman. My children are my life now. They think of me as a confident, hard-working woman that does her best for the family, and that’s true. I try my best to keep them out of trouble and educated, even with the little money I have. However, the one thing I want is a grand house with a garden like the Garden of Eden. With the check money of $10,000 coming in soon and the power of God, I can finally make my dream come true- a garden filled with plants of every sort, but most of all roses of bright, different colors combining to form a sweet, subtle scent that permeates the
Egg - Walter POV I wake up in an empty bed; my dreams of my own, brand new liquor store suddenly disappearing. I rush through my cramped apartment that I share with my family to the bathroom outside, only to find it was currently occupied by the Johnsons. Angry by the horrible morning, I comes back to my tenement where the smell of eggs permeates the bland gray kitchen. I see my wife, Ruth making eggs. “Hey, for one minute you looked real young, …show more content…
Ever since I was born, I’ve never had much material wealth, but I always walk proudly with my head high and present dignity, even as a black woman. My children are my life now. They think of me as a confident, hard-working woman that does her best for the family, and that’s true. I try my best to keep them out of trouble and educated, even with the little money I have. However, the one thing I want is a grand house with a garden like the Garden of Eden. With the check money of $10,000 coming in soon and the power of God, I can finally make my dream come true- a garden filled with plants of every sort, but most of all roses of bright, different colors combining to form a sweet, subtle scent that permeates the