A vignette that made a strong impact on me was “Bums in the Attic” on pages 94-95. On Page 94, it states, “We go on Sundays, Papa’s day off. I used to go. I don’t anymore. You don’t like to go out with us, Papa says. Getting too old? Getting too stuck-up, says Nenny. I don’t tell them I am ashamed-all of us staring out the window like the hungry. I am tired of looking at what we can’t have. When we win the lottery… Mama begins, and then I stop listening.” For me, growing up in New York City, everyone is working towards a better life. The affordable living conditions most people have to opt for aren’t the best living standards. Lower-class citizens are usually working towards things most people have. It is a wake-up call seeing someone with 3 stories in their house, a washer, and dryer, or other things that are overlooked in most homes. It can feel very shameful not to be in the same position as your peers. This vignette reminded me of my grandpa. As a landlord, he was always willing to work with people from the community in need of a place to live comfortably to get adjusted. They went on to get their own places, better jobs, and support their families. I know in the future I want to be a homeowner but I will always know what it’s like to not have certain things necessary for survival.
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