In the first stanza the boy talks about how his dad got up in the “ blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached” to start fires and warm …show more content…
During the real estate market crash my father was a home builder. My family lost everything and ended up with a huge mortgage. My mom had to go back to work after being a stay at home mom for 13 years. My dad was forced to take a teaching position at an inner city school district, where my mom also works. My dad has a second job in construction. He goes to work after school and does not get home till after dark. He works long days on Saturday and Sunday too. Things have been hard for my family for a very long time. “slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house.” resonated with me, not with anger but sadness. I I would dread going out to the living room when woke up. I hated to see how sad and stressed my family was. My actual house had a sad quality to it and it had always been so happy and full of love. So thick you could almost cut it with a knife. Every box we packed was another tear we shed. We had to face the reality that we would have to leave our perfect, mortgage free the house with a very heavy