The Dairy Of Walter Younger

Waking up this mornin I thought the world would have been a whole lot more lighter. Dat check was coming in the mail tommora and everything was suppose to go swell. I was to wake with my “eggs”on the table as “I’m trying to talk to (my wife)bout myself(Hansberry 34). Although after those words and that struggle I would shake off my sister’s remarks as I headed to work. As I walked down the street I began to think of the possibilities of the great things this money can help us with. Travis can stop working at the groceries with random folk, Mama can start her own garden, and Beneatha might wake up from her trance of being something she aint ought to be and might come to her senses.  Anyway I checked in to work that day like any slave would and continued till about noon were I scattered home to find the holy grail: Ten-Thousands Dollars. It was a dream like no other. Mama was sitting on the other edge of the table. I didn’t hesitate for nothin . I told her about the liquor and the boys. There was no better option. Than she had to be all catholic and such saying that “that aint going to be no investing in no liquor stores”(70). God why does no one listen to me.?To make matters worse Ruth has outdone herself to make matters worse. A CHILD.  Woman we don’t have room for the one!  Might as well drink it off. Life cant get worse can it?