I really enjoyed this story. I found I could relate to some parts in it. The quilt for instance, I so am guilt of preserving such items. This story had me thinking why I did that. I think I do it because I am afraid if the items get ruined I will loose the memories with them. I know those are not rational thoughts. I also know my grandma gave us those items to use and enjoy. She did put a lot of hard work into them. My favorite items I received after my grandma pasted was a tea set. For years my daughter has asked if we could use it, I have always said not for fear that they would be broken. I am happy to say of the weekend we had a tea party of our own. We have decided to make it a ritual much like the one my grandmother and I shared. During the tea party we enjoyed a lot of great memories that I had of my grandmother, it was really a great way to remember her.
I didn't care much for Dee, I found her to be hypocritical and irritating. She had a real identity problems in my opinion. She changed a name that should have been the biggest part of her heritage. Then we find her rummaging through the house for material items for her to remember her heritage.
My favorite part of the story was the end when Maggie finally had a real smile. I felt a sort of triumph when Dee pulled away and Maggie was still the proud owner of the quilts. I think the smile was because Maggie finally felt like number one.
I didn't care much for Dee. She thought she was better than her mother and sister. I can't believe she was the one who started the fire, where her sister was burned. She became a Muslim and changed her name, a name she was given by her mother and family. She said that name was given to her by the people who oppressed her, yet she was eating food that her religion state that she is not suppose to eat. I was also happy at the end, when Maggie was able to smile because her mother finally said, "no" to Dee.
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