why eggs?

William Kennedy. A writer as well as an undiscovered comedian. Who writes about eggs. 
As I started to read this, I found that I sympathized with his father. I actually thought to myself why the heck would someone ever, in their right mind, write about eggs? But as I continued to read about his pathetic short story, I realized that "Eggs" was precisely the experience Kennedy needed to keep on going with his writing. My sympathizer, his father, boldly exclaims to him how bad his writing is. At first, the bluntness of his fathers words would shock William, as well as the reader, but after a few years pass (a few paragraphs for the reader), the hidden, maybe unknown, intention of his father would become clear. At this point, I started to be able to relate my own life to the 'essay', instead of the "demeaning" father. This helped me, again, to turn my attention to a moral, for a lack of a less 'studious' word.  This moral was that the truth is the best thing. If everybody in this story would have told William that his story was amazing, instead of horrible, he would not have the motive to keep writing, even after his short story was declined from Collier's Magazine. I relate this to most everything I love to do in my life, because if I always thought I was perfect...what more would I have to work towards?