Adults are strange. Does it become harder to be happy when
you grow up? Even things that I thought would bring a smile to
anyone’s face couldn’t even seem to make
my family lighten up. Grandmama got sad when she became rich with ten thousand
dollars, and Daddy was angry when we found out that we were moving into a
house! Only mama reacted normally to the house—I didn’t even get a beating that
night! However, mama always seems tired, but tries to hide it. I always hear
them yelling in the other room when I’m in the other room. I hope everything
will change when we move into the new house that Grandmama bought for us, or
maybe I’ll be able to go to a room far enough that I won’t have to hear them
yelling. Sometimes daddy gets really drunk, but I still love him. “Sometimes
when I tell [mama] that I want to be just like [him]—she says she don’t want me
to be like that and sometimes she says she does…” (546) I can tell that mama
loves him too, though. I guess that loving is hard as an adult, also. I don’t
want to ever grow up if it means that I have to worry and be angry all the time
too.
