“Get off the roof! Yer running’ late,” ma yelled. Grudgingly, I jumped off the metal roof of the run-down shack that I called home. As I ran inside, I kept repeating one disturbing name: Mrs. Dubose. My family’s history with the Dubose family ran back to when ma first worked there. If there was anyone in town a black maid should not work for, then it would have been Mrs. Dubose. I only met her once, but that encounter was the most irate minutes of my life. As soon as I stepped on Mrs. Dubose’s porch, Mrs. Dubose must have sensed my presence.
“Why is the daughter here?” Mrs. Dubose questioned ma, and then she glared at me and said, “It’s hard enough making sure your mother here doesn’t steal my stuff.” I opened my mouth and was about to argue …show more content…
Everything was normal until one day as I was serving lunch to Mrs. Dubose, she grabbed her cane and suddenly got up. She glared at the window by the front porch, her eyes piercing through the window. I immediately turned around and got a glimpse of two children hacking at the camellia bushes. I was horrified! Those flowers were the only thing that I honestly took care off around this house, and these two kids were destroying them. As I stormed towards the porch, Mrs. Dubose commanded me to stop. She wheeled over to her telephone to call someone. “Atticus Finch your children are killing my precious flowers!” she …show more content…
Dubose’s death. I was overwhelmed with sadness pouring out from an unknown source. I rushed to her house and was awestruck by the dead body. No one was crying or even seemed upset. Instead, everyone was talking about the incredible feat that she had accomplished: getting rid of her morphine addiction. That was when I saw Mrs. Dubose in a new light. That was when I saw the courage and more reasonable side of Mrs. Dubose. The day of Mrs. Dubose’s death marked a new beginning for me because since that day, I began to chase after the impossible too. In fact, I am going to go to school for the first time in my
“Why is the daughter here?” Mrs. Dubose questioned ma, and then she glared at me and said, “It’s hard enough making sure your mother here doesn’t steal my stuff.” I opened my mouth and was about to argue …show more content…
Everything was normal until one day as I was serving lunch to Mrs. Dubose, she grabbed her cane and suddenly got up. She glared at the window by the front porch, her eyes piercing through the window. I immediately turned around and got a glimpse of two children hacking at the camellia bushes. I was horrified! Those flowers were the only thing that I honestly took care off around this house, and these two kids were destroying them. As I stormed towards the porch, Mrs. Dubose commanded me to stop. She wheeled over to her telephone to call someone. “Atticus Finch your children are killing my precious flowers!” she …show more content…
Dubose’s death. I was overwhelmed with sadness pouring out from an unknown source. I rushed to her house and was awestruck by the dead body. No one was crying or even seemed upset. Instead, everyone was talking about the incredible feat that she had accomplished: getting rid of her morphine addiction. That was when I saw Mrs. Dubose in a new light. That was when I saw the courage and more reasonable side of Mrs. Dubose. The day of Mrs. Dubose’s death marked a new beginning for me because since that day, I began to chase after the impossible too. In fact, I am going to go to school for the first time in my