Immigrant Short Story
Immigrant Short Story
It started like any other day up on the hills of Rhein, but that day had the scent of freedom floating in the air. The journey ahead of me had been teasing me for weeks, I was just so anxious to get away and start all over again. I had made certain arrangements before I left, our family dog was not allowed on the ship that we were going to be arriving in America, so I had my parents take care of the dog for us. It was a hard thing to do seeing that the dog had become more than just a pet to the children and I, for we almost would recognize him as a family member. Most of our possessions we were able to keep with us, but we had to keep the load light since it was going to be a tight stay in the steerage. I wasnt sure of what to expect in America, but my friend Niva had been writing me ever since she had arrived in America; begging me to witness the splendor of freedom given, and the different way of living. I was easy to be convinced into going because it seemed like nothing was really happening in my life, and I was desperate for a change.
The sea breezes were dancing around me as I waved goodbye to my ma and pa. Tears streamed down my face as I looked at what I was going to be leaving, it was my life and my past. Each of the children were given a photograph of the last time we were all together, including our dog Marcy and my ma and pa. Their small hands drifted in the breeze while waving goodbye to everything they knew in this world, for they had not yet
been to another country before, nor had they ever left the world of Rhein. As the ship set sail, it was almost as if we were breaking away from reality. It was a scary thought to start all over but I was willing to put myself through any circumstances to get me away from Rhein. I was tired of the living conditions of Rhein, and I knew America offered better schooling for the children. It was a risky change in my life and the childrens, but I knew as soon as the ropes were untied and we started to drift away, that there was no turning back.
When the shore of Rhein was distant in our path, I thought it was a good time to go to our room on the ship. I kept my children close to me for I was unsure of these strangers that crowed the halls. After going down many stair wells into the bottom the ship, we had arrived at the place we were going to be cramped in for a day or two. The steerage was not a comfy stay, but it was all I could afford. The humidity and stench were overwhelming, but I kept thinking and reminding the children that it was going to be all worth it. I had only seen a few familiar faces, but most of them I had never seen before in my life. Before the first night ended, Maribel and the children had made a few friends on the ship. It was a good way to make the voyage go by faster, for when they were at play everything seemed to go faster.
There was a rumor rolling from ear to ear that we were soon going to be arriving. How soon? I wasnt sure, but I decided to tidy the children up and start to repack everything. After waiting for about an hour, I heard a faint ding run down the hall way. The ship was suddenly in celebration for we had finally arrived to the end of our long journey, America! The hallways began to flood with rushing foot steps and people were
shoving each other to get the first breathe of “American Air.” I held the children close to me as we winded up the many flights of stairs. My heart beat was increasing at each step I took, for it was such a thrill. It was a great joy to watch the little ones expressions as they too were as excited as I was. We stepped outside and walked a ways following the crowd as we all slowly entered a large building. There was a sign hanging above the entrance that said ” Ellis Island.”
The day had been going by so slowly as we crept our way from line