A Raisin In The Sun: Personal Narrative

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You are Walter, at the end of act 2 scene 3.

Willy, man, I still don’t know what to think. Willy… don’t let it be true, please… I just wanted to help my family, man. I trusted you with that money, my life. I just wanted my family to be happy, live in a big house like what those white people got, with a garden, and my son can go to any college he wants to, and even though I hate to say it, Bennie can’t be a doctor no more… all because of Willy. Why does people have to be like this, man. My father worked himself to death, and this is what I do with his money, no, his own flesh and blood. I’ve done messed up… nobody’s ever going to trust me again, oh God… I’m so sorry… All them white folks have sons with their own rooms, they can go to any college they want… not sleep on a couch, in a rat’s nest of a house, my selfishness that brought me down to this new low for me.

Everyone makes mistakes, and me and my family will have our ups and downs… I just wanted my family to see me as the man of the family, you know? I want to come home in a fancy new car, walk into my own house, and Ruth and Mama and Travis all smiling at me, because I made it happen… but it’s all gone now, my hopes and dreams are fading faster than this smelly carpet. …show more content…

I just can’t believe his selfishless... I feel like I’m just blaming him for everything, but in reality all the money was going down the drain anyway. I really just wanted to help my family, man. I want Travis to have his own room, go to any college in the world! I want to have a nice car for myself, not drive white people around in one like a slave, “yes sir, no sir”, I’m sick of