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Dee's Perspective: I finished reading "Everyday Use" for the third time and I can't get the scene where Maggie and I are talking in the woods out of my mind. I'm not sure if it's because I'm ready

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Question: If needed re-read the story, "Everyday Use" by Alice Walker and prepare to choose and re-write a specific "scene" from either Maggie OR Dee's perspective. Rewrite a scene from "Everyday Use" to be told from the first person perspective of Dee or Maggie. Your writing should be at least 3 paragraphs long! Be sure to utilize the 3-D Narrative Writing notes to help you create a strong, descriptive piece!

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(Dee's perspective) The clanky driveway bell rings, heralding our arrival. Mama and Maggie stand timidly at the doorstep, squinting as if the sunlight itself was a stranger. The sight of them in their simplicity and rawness fanned a familiar flame of rebellion in me - towards them, towards what they represented but, more significantly, towards the ungraceful version of myself that I shed years back. I watch Mama carefully, as she unconsciously covers a burn scar tracing her wrist with her other hand. The mere sight overwhelmed me with an uncomfortable mix of disdain and sympathy. Oh, how I had tried to rise beyond these unsophisticated emblems of my past; Mama's scars, the rustic house, my own birth name, "Dee". I am Wangero Leewanika Kemanjo now, my name - the vibrant marker of our African heritage, a heritage that my family had willingly forgotten, trapped in traces of a bygone era that were tattooed onto their/our lives. Stepping out of my car, I find myself in an uncanny land of familiarity. The whiff of the dust, the dry summer heat, the lurching ghost of the past - they are all an intimate part of me, though I might deny it. 'How can a daughter of a mighty continent, an incarnate voice of my people, carry these unpolished, rural elements?' I ask myself. Glittering with overdone enthusiasm to veil my internal turmoil, I raise my hand and wave. Like the people they are, simple and unassuming, they wave back, eyes wide and expectant. The old house stands a silent witness to this strange reunion, a reminder of what I shunned and what, unknown to me, continued to shape me - the heritage I pushed into the backroom of my existence and labeled 'Everyday Use'. Walking closer to them with a forced smile, I prepare myself to confront my past, a past which I had valiantly replaced with colors of Africa. Little did they know, the real battle was me against myself, against Dee, against everyday use.

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Sept. 8, 2023, 7:08 p.m.

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Published: Friday, September 8, 2023

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