An Immigrant: A Short Story

There are millions of people around us, the sound is so loud it’s almost unbearable. Everyone is waiting in line to board the SS Nevada, the ship that is going to take us all to Ellis island, the gateway to America. I can hear the chatters of excitement echoing about their freedom in America, but I’m having mixed feelings about leaving. I’m excited to go because I will receive my freedom and be reunited with my mother and father, but I’m also devastated that I have to leave you and the rest of Ireland behind. Tears escape my eyes just thinking about not being able to talk to you every day, but I promise I’ll write like this often once I reach America.

Hello reader, I’m about to tell you a story of some of my life. I am not normally one to volunteer details about myself, which I’ll remain somewhat reserved or completely leave some events out of this autobiography. Nonetheless, I believe I can still make my story interesting for the reader. I was born 1979, in Tampa, Florida; which, is also the same day my biological father decided to leave my mother and I. My mother isn’t a native Floridian, but had moved there with her family when she was still an infant, and had spent most of her life growing up in Florida. Needless to say, my father leaving was not an exciting time for my mother and I. Although she was employed Jimmy Cater was president and had taken the nation into

I was born on january/31/1919 in Vietnam and immigrated to France. In 1942 I was studying at the university in Nice, where I met a fellow student, Jadwiga Alfabet, a Jewish refugee from Poland. In the summer of 1942 the French police began arresting Jews with foreign nationality. In September 1943 the Germans occupied Nice and all the Italian controlled zones and we were in danger of deportation. I decided to hide not only my wife, but also her relatives. In November 1943 I took a train with a few of my wife's relatives to get them in touch with a smuggler who could take them to Switzerland, I made this trip several

My reaction to this short story was one of sadness and fear. My husband is a soldier in the U.S. Army, and this short story resonates very personally with me. I hear war stories all time; from my husband, from his friends, and from the other Army wives. O’Brien’s stories and experiences remind me of all the other sad and horrific stories that I have heard. But what is even sadder is that those not

AA I think about all the things that I’ll miss at home, BB like the awfully sweet taste of honeycomb. BB I wonder if I would ever have kids AA what would their names be and what if I had grandkids. AA The death within the Trenches so gruesome and so grim, BB the fight is over now, the lights

     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

I had prepared a little speech for this moment and delivered it flawlessly. I told them not to mourn for me. I had had a full life, I missed Paul and would be joining him before long, and I loved them all. True enough. But, in actuality, I expected to be back home in a few weeks. I hoped they wouldn’t be even angrier when they found out that my heartfelt speech had been premature.

Fear. It’s something each and every person must learn to deal with and conquer in their own way. In the yesterday aspect of my life, I had to live in fear of my mom being taken away from me, at a helplessly young age. I am the daughter of an immigrant; my mom does not have a license, nor can she legally get a “real job.” I have been raised by my single mother all my life, my father went to jail and was deported back to Colombia when I was two and I have had no contact with him ever since. She sacrificed everything for me. Each time she put her foot on the pedal, whether it was to drive to work, to make sure I had a meal every day or even to drive me to my dance studio just for my enjoyment, she put herself at risk. She has always worked selflessly

Another thing that was very detailed in this chapter was the immigrants overall journey and experience while traveling. Due to the many attempts they go through because they are caught and deported various times along the way they eventually learn tricks and shortcuts in the streets and on the trains. Enrique and many of the other immigrants have an idea of which paths to take and they know where they’ll find bandits, gangs, and police and therefore they try to avoid them at all costs. They are also aware of the residents in the towns and whether they’d be more sympathetic towards them and help them out or whether they will send them away with nothing to eat. The immigrants also know that if they ask for food by themselves rather than in groups

Having growing up in West Texas surrounded by so many people whose stories trace them back to Mexico, the topic of immigration is one with which I am very familiar. Furthermore, as a first generation Mexican-American, the son and grandson of immigrants, immigration is one of the most important issues in my life. The immigrant story is my story.

I’m one of your most honest friends, Andy, and, no offense, but dude, he died like, a hecka’ long time ago. You tellin’ us we need to go to some mountain in god knows where to help you cry over your daddy is about as stupid as Miley Cyrus’ comeback into media.” I stare into his desolate, dark, black eyes. “Is that really how you feel Jack?”, I ask him. He looks at me almost, understandingly. “Yes, Andy. I wouldn’t lie to you. I know your dad meant a lot to you, but you have to let go”. I look at the crowd of my friends faces, “Who else feels this way? Come on, just raise your hand”. Everyone except for Sarah raises their hand. “Sarah.”, I speak directly to her. “Yes, Andronicus?”, she replies. I give her the same look of desperation that I gave Jack, “How would you feel about coming with me to Mt. Polaris?” I disparagingly ask her; she looks at me and smiles, “I would love

Born on September 25, 1645. In New france, He decided he wanted to be a fur trapper when he grew up. He was lead by native americans when he went to the mississippi river. He was hoping he would find a passage to Asia. A month later he came by another indian tribe in illinois. The chief sent his son with them with a piece pipe so they would have a safe journey. After they got done exploring he went back to exploring.

My eyes are wide open now , I see how I was used and treated . I can't describe all your lies , I feel all the pain and beatings I won't miss you anymore. It's time to move on without goodbyes and ignore all the bad memories . This use to be a second home to me , but now its just pitched black , I wonder if anybody will miss me or even know I'm gone , I'll stay far away till I'm ready to come back . All the times it was your way , the reason I left and didn't want to stay . I feel free and more independent , myself is real and no longer fake . Being there all those years was a big mistake . When its time to knock at the door , will you let me back in or push me down to the floor. You were my home away from home , I've thought all of the shit

It was a warm summer evening as I packed for Navy Boot Camp. I carefully went down the list of things I could take and ensured I didn’t have anything else. A little nervous I went to talk to my parents about my move to becoming my own man. I looked at their faces and could tell that although they were proud they were a little nervous about their only son leaving home for the first time. My mom tried to smile but she was proud yet nervous because I had always been her little guy so she was having a hard time letting go. After a short conversation with my parents I decided to try and rest for the long journey ahead.

Reflecting on my emotions from the past week I can say, I am finally able to smile. This past weekend, I had the opportunity to attend my husband’s Basic Military Training graduation, which took place in San Antonio, Texas. I had been waiting for this event all quarter, that day where I would finally get to see my Airman. Even though I was only in Texas for a few days that was enough to appreciate, and realize how much I missed and need my husband. Nonetheless, the hug and that kiss at the end of his graduation made up for all of the tears and sacrifices I had to go through these past weeks. It had been eight long weeks without seeing him, so I was super excited to see him. However, before getting to the base, I wondered if he would be the same person. I wondered if I would be able to turn on my emotions or pick up where we had left off. I was unsure, of my emotions since I had managed to turn them off for some time, I was afraid of the way I would react, nevertheless, all I wanted was to see him.