Synopsis Of ' Momma '

She is an important character that is viewed as a significant figure. Mama’s behavior through the plays shows that women could play the role of being a man. She conducts the house to her satisfaction. When Beneatha says, “There simply is no blasted God—there is only man and it is he who makes miracles!” (51). Mama reacts by slapping her across the face to show her that this is her house and that she is in control. Not only did Mama control her family’s actions in her house, but she also controlled any guests’ actions in her household. Mama was the controller of the house and the whole neighborhood knew about it. Mrs. Johnson even reminded herself of Mama’s control by saying to Mama, “Oh I always forgets you don’t know ‘low that word in your house” (101). Mama illuminates her status of being woman with not only her control but also her attitude and her dreams.

Marlorana cheerfully sang while swinging, she stopped. “Okay. Here I come, Granny.” She went running at full speed and stopped right next to where Missy was seated. “Here I am granny.”

“Oh, there you are” her mother would reply Jordan would giggle, then run back out the back door with no shoes on. For a few days Jordan came inside the house limping on one foot, crying to her mother, “Mommy, I got cactus stuck in my foot” her mother would sit there with tweezers, pulling out each spine from the heel of her foot Jordan flinching each time she yanked one out. As soon as her mother was done, she'd look at her mother thankful she could help her, but still a tear still rolled down her face onto the floor from the surging pain now in her foot. Her mother would look at her in the eyes and repeat “You better learn how to wear your shoes” Jordan would nod, then limp off to her room to take a nap. One day, Jordan opened her eyes, she looked out the door and found her mother to be in the yard digging up cactus in the yard. Jordan made sure to put on some shoes and ran outside hiding around the corner of the house. Her mother saw her peeking around the corner of her house and said “Jordan, do you want to come help me?” Jordan smiled disappearing back around the house. She ran around the other side of the house trying to make her mother to jump. Kristina would giggle and say “Get over here you little turd” Jordan would run up to her mother, hug her, then look up at her saying “I love you mom” as her mother looked down

“Tizio’s grandmother invited me too. I thought I’d tag alone with you two unless you want to have Tizio take me. He’s at work and we have a couple of things to finish before I can leave.”

She drove up to the school. There was a horse statue standing right in front of the school, a group of girls were there hanging out. I moaned, already people I had to face.

What are you-all up too?” “Nothing much.” Simone and David walked in. “How’s Angelica?” ask David. “She’s sleeping.” said Marie. “I’m going to go and peep in.” said Simone. “She went to Angelicas room, walked in. Angelica was watching television. “Hey sleepy head, you’re woke.” “Hey Simone, Where’s David?” “He’s up front talking to Momma and Aunt Lori.” “How long you been here?” ask Angelica. “I just got here, Angelica, Momma told me that you’ve been having headaches, Are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine, the pain pills Mom gives me, stops it.” “You know I love you right.” “I know, Simone, Is it true?” “Is what true?” “I seen the news this morning, Is Brittany dead?” “Uh-.” “Simone, please, tell me, Is she dead?” Simone sat down next to Angelica.

Mrs. Cade was waiting on the porch for Johnny. “Stupid hoodlum out late again.” She thought to herself. She took another drink from her whiskey bottle and stared at Johnny. “Where you been boy?” She asked drunkenly. I sighed at looked at her. “At the movies mother.” I mumbled twiddling with my fingers. Mrs. Cade grabbed a broom and hit him on top of the head with it. “Get in the house and straight to your room.”

She stood up quickly as soon as her mother made eye contact with her, an instant smile appeared on her mother’s face. Sadly, the same could not be said about her. Instead she looked frightened, perhaps, at least that was what she felt. It was

I can hear the children making a ruckus in the backyard, and the wind whistling through the trees. On this hot, summer, Sunday afternoon and John Jr. and Loretta are playing with all of their toys, while their father sits on the porch and enjoys his snuff. My eyes peer across the room to see him, my husband, through the windows as I walk to take my seat next to him on the porch where I will finish today’s stitching. Loretta is turning six next month, so I am making her a cross stitch pattern on a special blanket John Thomas bought her last week when he was in the city. The surprise must be well reserved, so I hide it when she comes near. “Mama!” calls John Jr. “When’s Granmama comin’? I’m already gettin’ hungry.”

My Grandma Mary was sitting there in the car, waiting for me. I quickly walked over to the car, opened up the backdoor, and put my stuff inside the car, and shut the door. I opened up the front door, got in, and shut the door. “Well hello. How was your day?” my grandma

“Now where was I?” she asks herself, “Ohh right, he put his intimidating face on. ‘Well,’ He drags out ‘Young man what are you doing here?’ Daddy asks him. ‘Well, sir I am here to take Bernice on a date.’ Your grandfather replies. I run past my father and kiss him on the cheek and say ‘Bye Daddy, I will be home by curfew!’ While running out the door, your grandfather and I had such a pleasant night, on our way back we ducked into the hall and necked…”

“How had grandma even died?” I asked Mama having realized just then that she’d never mentioned to me what had happened to her. “I mean, she was pretty young, only fifty-four, and looked pretty healthy in those pictures I saw of her back at the house,” I then added.

“Oh nothing mom! Just playing around, nothing else!” I said in return, while trying to control my breathing. I began to sweat profusely. My cheeks turned an awful shade of red. My legs became wobbly like jelly. I never have been able to lie very well. My mom was at the top of the stairs. She was wearing a pink bathrobe with a lime green mask on her face.

I was on my way out of the house heading for school. I grabbed my coat, my backpack, and my sketchbook. The roads were busy I was walking today, I started to open the door the cold breeze biting my nose and glazing my eyes with water. Then mama had coughed so loud the air trembled with shock. She’d been coughing and wheezing since September. I thought it was because of Roxy she’s my secret, but mama doesn’t have allergies.

Well, let's go inside,” said her grandmother. The expression on her grandmother’s face showed her excitement for a new granddaughter. Sophia saw the reflection of her bright smile on the hospital door and wondered, “Will she look like mom? What color hair will she have? I don’t know, I just want to see her.”