Tidy The Children Up And Start example essay topic

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 wasn't 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 children's, 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 wasn't 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 one's 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 to line of the examinations. It was a circus in the building, because there were so many different languages being spoken, that made it loud and confusing. That was the scariest time for me of the trip because it was the time that would determine if the voyage was a waste or not. We were going to be examined for any illnesses or diseases that would keep us from entering America.

Letters were being written on the sleeves of the immigrants which failed an examination or showed signs of illness. Luckily all of my children and I passed the examinations and were then legally able to enter America. It was the greatest relief of all to know that I would not have to go back to Rhein, and that I would be able to start a new life and my second chance. I was then told to go to the Money Exchange were my money was to be converted into American money. It was not too long of a wait, and shortly I was on another journey to find Niva.

In her last letter she had given me the address of her apartment. Marcel had studied English for two years in school, so she was a big help at reading the signs and finding our way. It was so nice to know I had a friend in New York that was nice enough to give us a place to stay until I was able to support the children and I for our own place. After walking up and down the busy streets of New York, we finally arrived at Niva's house. It was a tall brick building with green shutters beside the windows. With one ring of the door bell, the door shot upon and Niva came running out.

Happy tears filled our eyes, for it had been several years since we had last seen each other. She took us up to her apartment space, and there we shared all the great things and not so great things that had occurred in our lives while we were apart. The children swarmed the apartment and were racing around exploring each room, almost as if there was a hidden treasure in each. The rest of the night we all relaxed over a nice meal and listened to Niva's funny stories of getting lost in the huge city.

For a long time I was unsure of if I wished to stay in New York, or if I wanted to explore more of America and go south or west. But, since Niva had already put in a good word for me at many shops, I decided to stay because I had already so much going for me. From time to time I wrote back to my ma and pa to share with them all of my experiences in America, and I would always leave room for the children to write also. Life was so much better here in America, and each day was another piece to make a difference in my new life, our second chance.