A child is a fragile thing and deserves the best possible environment to reflect upon. Francie is a very optimistic girl, but her surroundings may construct such a contradiction. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn is actually a metaphor wisely chosen by the author Betty Smith. I have never read or viewed a book quite like this one. I was puzzled by the level of knowledge the author displayed. How creative, for this metaphor of a tree growing in such a filthy environment applies to Francie being born and raised in the slums of Brooklyn.
The delicate life of a child must be conserved with great care but ultimately, children grow and live their own individual and particular lifestyle. A tree growing in such unsuitable circumstances forms an image of Francie’s current lifestyle.
Francie’s family is poor, her mother Katie cares for her just as any mom should. I was puzzled knowing the agony Francie faced,wondering about her father. For night after night she would ask the same question. "Is dad coming home?" At a certain point her father loses his job. I believe she’s taking more care of him than he is for her. Is that truly a dad’s place in this world? This is a recipe for chaos.
Everyone reflects upon their past, but uses that knowledge to embrace new challenges. Those around one another must cooperate to benefit themselves. Many people have faced great hardships growing up, but it’s is vital that one has these obstacles to overcome, for experience is key to survival.
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