While i was sitting at the breakfast table watching my mother clean the dishes, i started to think about all the things she does. She had raised me by herself my whole life, which was nearly unheard of in this time. My father died on the Titanic. I loved when mother would tell the story of their love, it made me feel special. To my mom, i was the only part of my dad she had left. But i felt like I could find out who my father was through my self.
My mother said that i had his personality: wild and free. She said i looked like him too, which i did believe, considering i looked nothing like my mom. I had dirty blonde hair that could be compared to a horses tail, and my skin was a olive color, and my eyes were a deep blue. The only traits i got of my moms were her body shape, and her curly hair. Although my hair was only curly during the summer.
My mother had done everything she could for me. She ran away from her old life, and soon after found out that she was pregnant. She homeschooled me to the best of her abilities. I knew that in her eyes i was a miracle, but i sometimes felt like a burden.
"Jacklen, are you listening?" I realized that my mom had been trying to get my attention. "I am now." I stated looking up at her.
"Can you please go to Bethany's and pick up some milk and eggs?" My mom asked, handing me money.
"Sure." I said. Bethany was my best friend, she lived about a half mile down the dirt road, on a farm. Her family was friends with my mom and they sold us eggs and milk. When i was half way to Bethany's house, i noticed a man walking down the road whistling. He had dity blonde or light brown hair, olive skin and blue eyes. I had never seen him before, and in a town this small, that was unusual.
"Your not from around here are you?" I asked. He turned to me and smiled. I noticed that he was carrying what appeared to be sketches and pencils. My heart picked up speed.
"No, no im not. Im looking for an old friend, maybe you can help me?" He asked.
"Sure, i know most of the people around here." I replied.
"Im looking for Rose Dewit-Bukater." (AN: Im a horrible speller, so bear with me. ALOT of things will be misspelled.) My heart dropped , and then started racing.
"Shes my mother." I stated. I couldnt get anything elese out of my mouth. I noticed his expression turn gloomy.
"Oh. I may be out of place asking this but, is she married?" He seemed to praying that i would say no, but at the same time seemed concerned.
"No. My parents were never married, and my father died before i was born. What did you say your name is?" I asked.
"Oh im sorry, im Jack, Jack Dawson. Whats your name?" My heart stopped dead. This was my father. he was alive.
"Jacklen Dawson." I said, barely louder than a whisper.
After a long pause he asked, "Jacklen, how old are you?" He seemed to have taken the hint.
"Fifteen." I stated.
"Can you take me to see your mother?" He asked in a hurry. I felt bad for mother, she had alot of explaing to do. But then again, so did he.
"Sure. She'll probably drop dead when she sees you though." I said smiling.
"She told you about me, did she?" He asked, smiling as well.
"Yes, she told me that you two were very in love, and what a great person you were." I said looking at the ground.
He laughed and kicked up some of the dirt.
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When we got to the house, mother poked her head out the door to greet me, but was greeted with an even bigger suprise.
"Jack?" She asked in shock.
"Yep." He said smiling and opening his arms for her. She ran into his arms, tears streaming down her face. He lifted her up and twirled her around.
"I see you've met your daughter." Mom said when he put her on her feet.
"Yeah, i have." He said turning to me.
If you like it, tell me and ill write more. and explain how jack lived.