Sunny Sunday afternoons in Harlem is a long awaited dream for all of its residents; on sunny Sunday afternoons Harlem is at it's very best. Baseball is in the air; even Grandma can't do her ordinary things because she is tuning in on the Dodgers game. On sunny Sunday afternoons the kids are out and about looking their cleanest and prettiest of all the days of the week. In fact, all of Harlem is clean and pretty and in a way it isn't really like the ghetto that it is known to be. That is why those people who have crossed the line to live downtown miss you. Because they are family or friends who have moved into the upper class society and when they remember of sunny Sunday afternoons, maybe the see that Harlem was not such a bad place, but rather more of a real home. A home that is comforting to all, where everyone in Harlem is at peace and are all together just taking it easy, almost as if there were no worries in the world. Again this is why those people who moved miss you, it is as if Hughes is making the reader think that there is a price for everything. Those who moved downtown may not be in the ghetto, but in a since the place that they are now cannot be called home. Although Harlem maybe "home", Hughes also describes it as a bitter dream, because those who miss you only miss you on sunny Sunday afternoons when everything seems so perfect. Whether it is a bitter dream or a fantasy of perfect ness, Harlem will always be "home".
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