"Tell me about your parents."I wondered what he already had on file. The folder was thick, though I hadn't said a thing of significance since Day One."My father was a dick and my mother seemed to like him."
Love is another theme here. We can see that love is not present in these relationships.
"You were just kidding," the dean said, "about wiping out all of mankind. That, I suppose, was a joke.
Mass loss categorized here.
"Sister," she said, in an I'm-down-with-the-struggle voice, "you don't have to play this game. As a person of color, you shouldn't have to fit into any white, patriarchal system."I said, "It's a bit too late for that."
This may fit into the topic of loss by having a loss of connection through disconnection. This white counsellor is trying to relate to a situation that she doesn't fit into.
between early morning and sunset? Iwould find the answer at home with my father. But where was my home? I could seeOI«y tall buildings and hordes of people. I hastened on to the crossroads between theBurdens and Abu Khoda. I had to cross Ab
The disillusion of the home. Missing a place and feeling like you've been away from it forever.
on, struggle, and perseverance. Those who were able took advantage of the op-portunities for success and happiness that presented themselves amid the worries.The bell rang announcing the passing of the day and the end of work. The throngsof children rushed toward the gate, which was opened again. I bade farewell to friendsand sweethearts and passed through the gate. I peered around but found no trace ofmy father, who had promised to be there. I stepped aside to wait. When I had wait-ed for a long time without avail, I decided to return home on my own. After I hadtaken a few steps, a middle-aged man passed by, and 1 realized at once that 1
This allusion of the evil school is very important. It characterizes the boarding school as a horrific place. To cite a real world example; Paris Hilton, the heiress to the Hilton Hotel fortune, has come out against her previous boarding schools actions of abuse towards her and others. She claimed she lost sense of time and even tried to escape a few times, as we see here.
My mother stood at the window watching our progress, and I would turn towardher from time to time, as though appealing for help.
This quote is an odd one, you usually think of a father as the protector. Why, in this case, does the author seem to be asking for help?