A Raisin In The Sun Dialectical Journal

I called walter for supper late that evening, He spoken back and said “ I’m not hungry.” I was thinking about what he said because he has not ate all day. I called him a repeated time and said “come down to the kitchen “ My husband was already sitting at the table with his meal ahead of him. Walter was walking pretty stiffened looking but i did not mind it. His father ask “ What’s wrong with you, boy?” Walter talk back as his common answer “Nothing.” My husband said the same thing just his tone a little more deeper , more resolute. Walter says “ My leg hurts,” My husband commanded walter to take is pants down. When walter undid his belt and his pants went down i was shock and gasped from how much dry blood, bruises, and swelling. I was also thinking what in the world was he doing outside ! my husband said in a demand tone“what happened to you?” And right then and there he said something so outrageous that god probably was listen to the conversation now. Walter said “Mama beat me with a stick,” and he started to cry. I was so mad and shock that i just didn’t say a word. In my head i’m thinking my walter. My baby walter just lied to his father and lied on me , but i kept my mouth trap closed. My husband went crazy he said “If you ever . . . how . . . why . . . If you ever
The next two days walter did not go to school. I brought walter food up to his room and put it to his chair near the bed and then look at my walter. My baby walter. but i acted like i never seen him before. Two weeks later walter ok now. I been instructed by my husband to never hit walter again and i can tell he meant it by the redness in his eyes. I finally ask walter “ how could you do such a thing to me “ he did not even look me in my eyes. I askes “what really happened walter” he did not say a word. I forgave him and my husband check walter legs once week since that night. I think about leaving and just go on by myself but i felt like god was telling me to