Journey Into America

Journey into America

October 25, 2014

When I was a little girl, I adored my little town. Born in the town of Glorenza, everyone was very close. Less than 1,000 people lived in this town, but everything was nice and close. My favorite place to go was the market in the courtyard every morning with my mother, but poverty was becoming an issue, and the unemployment was rising every day. With everyone losing their job people couldn't afford food or crafts, which put my mother out of business. One I turned 16 years old, our schools were closing, no educators were teaching anymore, so I decided to try to find work to at least help my father with what I could. I found odd jobs like cleaning out horse stalls or even serving in bar keeps. Pretty soon more of the places were closing, and I was losing more jobs. By 1892, I turned 18, and the economy wasn't getting any better. Taxes increased, but still no jobs, deaths were increasing and we had no health care. Not to mention the lack of our food in the city. As our country became a unified nation with the democratic constitution, our nation was crumbling, our farm lands grew sick, and nothing was growing anymore. There was nothing for us left after my father lost all of his crops and everything stopped growing. He heard from some close friends that they were leaving to America to start a new life, and that my father should do the same. There was nothing left for us here, and if we stayed any longer we would end up starving to death. Our family was out of options, so we packed what we could carry, spent our savings on tickets, and was heading to American in less than 24 hours. I remember being extremely scared for this new adventure because Glorenza was all I knew. I've never been out of the city and I didn't know what was in store for our future. As our family loaded onto the boat, I remember smelling the Ocean, hearing the birds scream, and the children crying. Everyone was excited for...