The rocking boat made me want to vomit. I couldn’t help myself tearing up a bit when I remembered my mother’s absence. I could hear people crying and begging to get on the boat. It made me feel guilty especially when they kept on making eye contact. The only thing that kept me going was
my father and the hope of making it to land.
The police were there, so I thought we might actually make it. We finally arrived. We made it to land. I couldn’t help smiling in delight, I even teared up a bit with joy. When we got off the boat my father hugged me and told me “we have to keep on going, it’s what your mom would’ve wanted.” I didn’t say anything, I just nodded.
Finally we could start a new life. I could see buildings and hear people talking. The smell of delicious food was making me feel even more starving. I was not able to stop myself from thinking that this might be our lives soon. Before that though, we need to find mom first. We had to keep on looking for a place to stay. Sadly we couldn’t find any. My father and I had to sleep on the streets. The only thing I could feel is the cold icy wind and betrayal. I thought we’re going to find a good life here. Instead we have this.
We walked around the city trying to find a job for my father. They all turned him down, he didn’t have enough experience. I could see the sorrow and guilt in my father’s eyes so I hugged him. He didn’t say anything and just hugged me back. It was getting later and darker so I asked my father if we could go back to our spot and rest.
He said to me “no my son we can’t yet, we had to go to a place first. I asked him where? He then replied with “it doesn’t matter.” I obediently told him, “ok father as long as I’m with you.” My father smiled at me but I noticed it was a forced one. I didn’t say anything.
When we got to the place he was talking about he hugged me and gave me his yellow scarf. He explained to me that this was going to be my new home now. I was confused but happy knowing that my Father and I would now have food and shelter. Not knowing what was about to happen. He stood up with a sorrowful look on his face. I asked him where he was going but he said nothing. The last word he said to me was “stay there my son don’t follow me.”
