As a young teenager in high school if i had to picked the color of hanger i would say it is black. Since i was a child growing up in my country, i had never had the opportunity to called someone dad or presents someone as my father. This lives me with a hunger in my heart that would never go away.
Compare to the story of Jefferson's, hunger is basically what gets into him that makes him react the way he do. The color black also remains to proverty. Sometimes, many of us when we think about hunger that are builds in our hearts makes us feels empty and also think what is the point of living. Everyday as i am trying to forgive what i have gone trow in the past makes me feels better about myself.
Having a great on my sides that is supporting me in makes my hunger becomes the color of purple and i am glad about that situation. I think if Jefferson had a mother and a father on his sides things would have went the way they did.
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