Who I am
I am Anne Deever, a woman, about 24 years old, with a law degree, freshly graduated from college. However, my struggle with the burden of a turbulent past and a tarnished family tree full of resentment makes me the youngest woman in this race (Miller 5). During my childhood, I was influenced in such a way so that I could appreciate goodness and justice, which I take with me into adulthood. Currently unmarried and without children, I am building my career and seeking closure from the family’s past issues. Relating to my background, my family was just ordinary people, and dominant in my life was my father, who was in prison for his part in a big business scandal (Miller). This turning point in our lives broke up our family and pushed us to the brink of financial and emotional breakdown. Despite those difficulties, I had to go on to higher learning, which was my ambition under the circumstances of the family system confined by dishonesty and corruption.
The basis of my political views is social justice and equality. It corresponds to my life experience that often, the power and privileges of some people will disregard the rights of the marginalized. I am vigorous in my quest for justice for the helpless and think my education and good fortune should be channeled toward positive social change. Mentally, I am in good health, but emotionally, I have the scars of my past. My most precious thing is a locket given to me by my mother, a symbol of the love and fortitude that still can be found in my family and our ability to overcome our difficulties. My best memory is when I was a kid, and all summer, I spent my time having fun in our backyard when the world’s weight had not yet snuffed out our dreams.
Nevertheless, standing firm on the surface, I am terrified of the possibility of the past being repeated. The thought of becoming those I despise – greedy and deceptive – and being unable to escape haunts me the most. This anxiety makes me always on guard, doubting my every action and thought, being afraid that one misstep may break the whole edifice (Miller 28). Right now, I am in a state of emotional pain, where I try to deal with the unresolved feelings and the negative consequences my father has caused. Avoiding the truth that I have not been able to move on with my life even though I have tried my best to put my life together; the past is still there to haunt me and make me feel like I am trapped in the middle of a suffocating situation that is caused by the family secrets. I am dressed in a conservative yet neat fashion, demonstrating my need to maintain a professional image despite battling storms inside.
My circumstances
It is an autumn evening with crisp air, one that is just before sunset. This is the year 1947, and I am at a personal juncture. This moment is a double-edged sword; I am prouder of myself than ever before for my academic achievements, but at the same time, I’m finding it difficult to overcome my regrets. I have been at this emotional level for several years now, and despite my best efforts to proceed and move on, I still cannot entirely do so. I have to struggle with the issues that I have not overcome yet, and they are as heavy as a stone wreath around my neck. I am not completely satisfied with my life so far because I want to reach a point of no return, and eventually, I will. Presently, I am in my childhood house, surrounded by my neighborhood located in a small suburb. The friendly familiarities are both soothing and claustrophobic, saturated in recollections of better days, contaminated by sheer disloyalty and dishonesty (Miller 36). The global community is still undergoing the effects of WW2, where countries face social and economic adjustments that lead to feeling lost and unsure of their future. The weather is fine, with a light breeze moving through the trees, which keeps me awake while I am in emotional turmoil.
I find myself in a gloomy room, which makes the shadows much longer, and they look like my soul is in the same state. The photos from the family and remembrances are displayed on the wall, creating a mixed feeling of love and hate in me. The anxiety grows as I sense the unrest in my environment, which is eerily gripping, like the walls are pushing me back, and they are the ones holding the answers. The letter from Chris Keller, my former love and the son of my dad’s business partner, came just before my turn to speak (Miller 40). The letter served to stir up the old memories, and I was forced to deal with the buried and unfinished feelings that I had been avoiding for quite a long time. As I read his words, a torrent of emotions swept me off my feet – anger, sadness, longing, and even a pinch of hope. I realize that any attempt to confront Chris will be just another way in which I cause more hurt to myself, but there is this unavoidable pull of our shared history. I am filled with a gloomy sensation and worry as I think about the situation and know our course will be full of dangers and uncertainties.
My Relationships
My relationship with Chris Keller has been both complicated and meaningful. I have known her for a long time, not to mention we once loved each other, but my father’s deeds broke up our relationship, and they were later revealed. Despite time’s effect, it is Chris’s love and the desire for a reunion that I still carry with me. The weight of our shared past pervades our every step, so we struggle to leave it all behind while still pulling it along (Miller 48). My family and I relations are sour due to my father’s behavior. I am deeply hurt by the role of my parents in the scandal for which I feel betrayed, but my love for my mother makes me stand by her as we go through the turbulent times. The history of our forefathers is one of conflict and reemergence, but beneath the surface is a deep pool of love and a longing for a place to call home and not a stranger (Miller 52).
In summary, I am a character faced with the dilemma of dealing with the burden of family history and my yearning for a romantic life. In “All My Sons,” my given circumstances are the primary driving force behind my actions and relationships that develop the storyline, where I try to reconcile the sins of my earlier life with the result that I am expecting.
References
Miller, A. (1947). All My Sons. Turtleback Books.
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