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Nora sighed as she looked at out along the huge expanse of the sea. She couldn't believe that her Dad had betrayed her like this. She had woken up this morning to the rocking of the boat underneath her. Looking frantically around she had seen a note sticking out of the jacket that had been placed over her.
Nora,
I know you'd never leave Ireland yourself; you love your wee brothers too much. It is not you job though, to be their mother. You dance like an angel and I know that dancing is the only think that will truly make you happy. Your immigration papers and as much money as I can afford are in your skirt pocket. I love you dearly and will miss you girly, but you will thank me one day, and one day I will bring your brothers to come find you!
Hugs and Kisses,
Your Dad
As her fingers touched the money he had enclosed for her, tears welled up in her eyes. Her twin brother's twinkling eyes looked up at her whenever she though of home. They were young yet and they would have no one to look after them now with Dad out with the sheep all day. She reluctantly pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind, that was her old life and whether she liked it or not she was heading towards a new one.
New York City, it had been a place that haunted her dreams. It was the place her mother had run to, abandoning her three year old child. She had always yearned to follow her there; it was the land of promise. Now that she was faced with the reality that she was going, all she wanted to do was turn back. She missed Ireland already. She didn't know anyone in New York and she had no place to go. It looked like she would be living on the streets at least for a little while.
She looked at the cool blue of the water and hoped that things would get better soon. How could they not? What could be worse than three weeks on a lurching boat?
I don't own any of the newsies or anything... so please don't sue me!
Nora sighed as she looked at out along the huge expanse of the sea. She couldn't believe that her Dad had betrayed her like this. She had woken up this morning to the rocking of the boat underneath her. Looking frantically around she had seen a note sticking out of the jacket that had been placed over her.
Nora,
I know you'd never leave Ireland yourself; you love your wee brothers too much. It is not you job though, to be their mother. You dance like an angel and I know that dancing is the only think that will truly make you happy. Your immigration papers and as much money as I can afford are in your skirt pocket. I love you dearly and will miss you girly, but you will thank me one day, and one day I will bring your brothers to come find you!
Hugs and Kisses,
Your Dad
As her fingers touched the money he had enclosed for her, tears welled up in her eyes. Her twin brother's twinkling eyes looked up at her whenever she though of home. They were young yet and they would have no one to look after them now with Dad out with the sheep all day. She reluctantly pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind, that was her old life and whether she liked it or not she was heading towards a new one.
New York City, it had been a place that haunted her dreams. It was the place her mother had run to, abandoning her three year old child. She had always yearned to follow her there; it was the land of promise. Now that she was faced with the reality that she was going, all she wanted to do was turn back. She missed Ireland already. She didn't know anyone in New York and she had no place to go. It looked like she would be living on the streets at least for a little while.
She looked at the cool blue of the water and hoped that things would get better soon. How could they not? What could be worse than three weeks on a lurching boat?