How To Become An Immigrant

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I got the first letter three months ago, it was addressed to be from my mother. My mother died 10 years ago. At first, I thought it was some kind of prank or joke, but the letters kept coming. It got to a point where I started getting the letters almost every week. That brings me to now. I’m crying on the hard floor of my lonely apartment in New York. I’m scared. I’m confused. I remember being a 10 year old girl and watching as my mother was buried in a shiny black coffin. Everyone told me my mother was dead, that she killed herself and I was never going to see her again. It took five years to accept that, and now I’m back to the startling possibility that she is out there somewhere and she might need my help.
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Before I can answer he cuts me off “I’ll be your captain today. Sit anywhere you like. We won’t be having many passengers today,” He abruptly ushers me onto the ship. I’m not particularly taken back by his impoliteness, being a waitress, I’ve had multiple people scream in my face about things I can’t control. The boards of the ship groan under my shoes. When I take a seat, I realize that there are only three other people aboard the ship and they don’t seem very happy to be there. It makes me wonder if I’m making a mistake by leaving my simple life in New York and chasing after my mother who is supposedly not dead. My eyes close with these final …show more content…
“Your room will be to the left,” he says gesturing towards a door nearby.
As I turn the doorknob, I realized how old the room must be. The room is draped with spider webs and dust. The letter said, “Old man’s cave, at the edge of town. I’m waiting for you,” the letter was signed off with the words “love, mom.” A chill went down my spine. Either this was a hoax, or my mother was really waiting for me. I was willing to take the risk. In a split second I ran out the door.
Before leaving the hotel I hurriedly ask Larry, “Where is Old man’s cave?”
“It’s the first thing you’ll see if you keep on walking right from here. No one goes around there. Why ...” Before he can finish his sentence, I dash out the door. My heart is beating so loud, I worry it will fall straight out of my chest. With quick and confident steps I rush past the empty stores and abandoned houses. An old woman stares at me while she sits in front of the convenience store and knits. I keep walking until I reach what appears to be a sudden stop to the town. I almost couldn’t believe my eyes. What I had originally thought was an odd shaped mountain at the edge of the town was a cave. It was not just any cave. It was Old man’s cave. Without hesitation, I walked into the cave. The first thing I saw was darkness. A pang of fear shot through me. Then I froze. In the middle of that dark cave stood a figure huddled