I didn’t know what to say when they found Homer’s body. Miss Emily loved him so dearly, and after the death of her father, well, I couldn’t take Homer away from her too. I loved Miss Emily, we never really spoke, but she never made me feel as though I was worthless. She was always appreciative.
In the South, Negroes are tormented and looked down upon, as if we aren’t human at all. Everything is expected with no gratitude. We are the town’s scapegoats for young white men looking for someone to blame for their bad choices. Miss Emily let me in her home as a human.
I have lived in this house for many years, and I have grown to love it. I do know, though, that it is unrealistic for me to continue to live here, so I have decided to leave. I can no longer live in this town with the constant reminder of what is gone. So I have decided to travel north, and settle down to spend the rest of my days there.
Although the South is very dangerous for me, I sometimes wish I could stay in that house, and work for the next family who chooses to live there, but I know that is near impossible. The town will never be the same after the discovery of Homer’s body, and I am not willing to stick around and allow them to conjure up horrible tales of Miss Emily.
So, I went to my room one last time, and began packing. There wasn’t much, but when I took my bags and stepped out of that house, I only looked back once. The house looked completely different to me, yet nothing had changed.
I decided to move in with my nephews family in New Hampshire. I had heard that it was safer there, and I have no family anywhere else. When I got to his home, it was as if the air was different, it was crisp and cool on my face. I looked at the home to see a little girl playing in the yard, with a red bow in her hair. She had the biggest grin on her face, and right behind her was my nephew. He was so grown up, I hadn’t seen him since he was just a boy.
Daniel, my nephew, walked over...
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