Personal Narrative: Moving To America

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“Mom I don’t want to leave Italy” I say nervously. She squeezes my hand to assure me that everything will be okay. We were leaving Italy because my father had died from a sickness. After he died we couldn’t afford to live in Italy anymore. My mother decided it was best to move to America with my aunt. She hoped that we would be able to find jobs in America.
Waiting on the docks for what seemed like forever, and finally the ship arrives. The huge steamship settled near the dock. We quickly walked up to the ship. A man then directed us to the steerage. It was dark and it smelt of sweat and puke. There were a few bunkbeds towards the right and left sides of the ships. I glanced to my mother for a reaction but her face was blank. Before I could say something we were shoved in by other passengers. My mother quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the way. We settled on one of the bunks. “Don’t worry Carrie everything is going to be fine…” This was the first time I heard her speak since arriving on the docks. I hugged her. I was afraid of the unknown. What if America wasn’t full of the opportunities like we were told. She lays down with me on my bed and tells me to go to sleep. I shut my eyes remembering about my life in Italy and I fall asleep to that thought.
I awake to my mother shaking me. “Get up Carrie.” I open my eyes expecting to see daylight, but instead welcomed by the darkness. “Mother it’s still night… Isn’t
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Trying to recall when I had fell asleep. Seeing my mother sound asleep warms my heart. Shaking her shoulder I say “Mom, it’s time to wake up”. She doesn’t wake up. This time I shake her more harder. “MOM…” I begin to shout. In my head I’m praying that she would wake up and everything would be fine. My eyes begin to water “mom please wake up…” I whisper. I hug tightly her hoping that maybe she would wake up. Tears begin rolling down my cheeks. Now I am sobbing uncontrollably. Her body was stone cold, and I knew she was