By: Kawsalya Nanthakumar
The Color Purple is comprised of letters written by Celie and Nettie, which are written to God or each other. In this journal, I have chosen to write as Celie and decided to write a final letter to God.
Dear God,
I finally made it. Nettie is home, and us all happy. After so many years I can finally hug my sister, embrace the love that I did not git for so long. Us go out on the porch, everyone sleeping. Us lay there and stare at the stars. Celie, she said. Yea, I said. I don't know where I would be with out you, she said. Everyday I would think about you, think about reading your letters, coming back home. I smiled me too, I said. You know the day we split up; I knew for sure I would see you again. You such a strong, smart girl, there was no way I wasn't going to see you again. But then there were days where I would lose hope. And why was that, she ast. Don't know, you seemed so far sometimes, I said.
Us sat there for a long time. I know she was thinking about a lot of stuff. I was too. I think us didn't know how to start talking about it. I am so used to writing. I think she is too.
She looks deeply into the sky. How do you think mama would feel right now, she ast. She be so mad at us, I said. Why, she ast. Because us didn't wash the dishes in the sink inside, I said. We laughed. We haven't done that together. Ever. It felt so good. I wish she was here, I said. She is, she said. Nettie pointed at the brightest, shiniest star in the sky. I took her hand and looked at the star. Thank you, I said.
Amen
The Color Purple is comprised of letters written by Celie and Nettie, which are written to God or each other. In this journal, I have chosen to write as Celie and decided to write a final letter to God.
Dear God,
I finally made it. Nettie is home, and us all happy. After so many years I can finally hug my sister, embrace the love that I did not git for so long. Us go out on the porch, everyone sleeping. Us lay there and stare at the stars. Celie, she said. Yea, I said. I don't know where I would be with out you, she said. Everyday I would think about you, think about reading your letters, coming back home. I smiled me too, I said. You know the day we split up; I knew for sure I would see you again. You such a strong, smart girl, there was no way I wasn't going to see you again. But then there were days where I would lose hope. And why was that, she ast. Don't know, you seemed so far sometimes, I said.
Us sat there for a long time. I know she was thinking about a lot of stuff. I was too. I think us didn't know how to start talking about it. I am so used to writing. I think she is too.
She looks deeply into the sky. How do you think mama would feel right now, she ast. She be so mad at us, I said. Why, she ast. Because us didn't wash the dishes in the sink inside, I said. We laughed. We haven't done that together. Ever. It felt so good. I wish she was here, I said. She is, she said. Nettie pointed at the brightest, shiniest star in the sky. I took her hand and looked at the star. Thank you, I said.
Amen
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