The story is addressed to one of several well-meaning persons (a teacher?) who nudge the mother with implied criticism (she doesn't take enough time; she doesn't smile enough at Emily). But the larger implied you is people in general, including us as readers, whose disapproving, uncomprehending looks make her try to explain, to justify herself, to come to terms with the past.2. By the age of eighteen the narrator had married, had a child, been deserted by the father, and forced into a succession of menial jobs forcing her to thwart the child's need for security and affection. There is the sour smell of poverty. There is a strong sense of being trapped, of being helpless while bitterly aware that the economic plight of the parent is stunting the child's development. A sense of guilt (remembering the "clogged weeping" of a child abandoned during the day by her working mother) struggles with the sense of having done the best under the circumstances.3. Ironically, the well-meaning teacher and old man are of no real help, any more than the irresponsible absconding father.4. The mother is bitter toward institutions that are insensitive to the real needs of those they serve. The mother calls nursery schools "parking places for children" where they suffer "the fatigue of the long day, and the laceration of group life." Children who are victimized by other children are ridiculed by the teachers. The convalescent home is superficially in good order, with well-tended grounds, children wearing bright bows, and "sleek young women" from the society pages holding festive fund-raisers. However, the reality behind the facade is that of a prison: Rules are rigidly enforced. Children see their parents from a high balcony; they are allowed no personal belongings (not even letters); the poor food makes them lose weight. Emily changes radically there: "I used to try to hold and love her after she came back, but her body would stay stiff, and after a while ...
