Old Quilts In Alice Walker's Everyday Use

My daughters are such a stark contrast. One is very homely and not all that bright, but the other has all that the world would admire. Dee, she is a bit harder to get along with. I know that I am not all that she would desire me to be. Sometimes, I wish we were like those families that I see on the television set. Unfortunately, one day I’ll be all alone when my daughters are gone. They are both growing up and becoming their own. Maggie will be with her husband and Dee she will be transformed by some educated world that is unknown to me. I don’t understand her new notions. She leaves and doesn’t want to bring her friends. She has never had friends. Then the one person she does bring I can barely say his name. How do I deal with her new ways?
Like the old benches that we always sat on. They are no different than before. Why does she want grandma’s butter dish? What ruckus over some old quilts. The strange thing about it is that I offered them to her and she did not want them before. But now they have some meaning to her that they must sit. These old things are not for sitting! I won’t forget where I came from. I lived it! Why should they sit and not be used? Those quilts should be used, and Maggie would put use them as they should be. For once, I have to shift the tide to Maggie. Stand up for Maggie and not give Dee all that she wants. Dee is not Dee any more she is Wangero and I have to stand up for the daughter that I have left. Maggie does not always get what she wants, she doesn’t live life as demanding as Wangero. These quilts will let her win for once, with Dee gone she will lose such nervousness. Without the pressure of Wangero, we are something like those families on the television