"Cora, we've got to go now sweetheart, come on" my daddy called from down the gate. I turned my head to him, the wind whipped around me, I could feel the cool breeze on my face as the wind picked up stands of my hair, as if they were flying. My hairs long and curly so it always gets caught in the wind. I don't like it when it does that. I didn't want to go, I liked it here, I'll miss the house, and titch, aunt millies dog, and I'll miss aunt Millie, she's nice and kind, she's always smiling when I see her. Were going on "Titanic" today, to go to America, that's where I'm from, though I'm half Mexican, that's why my skins darker than other peoples here.
Some people don't like me because of that, I get shouted at in the street sometimes, they tell me to go back to where I belong, get out of their country. Daddy shouts back at them, and then they usually run away. One time they threw stones, daddy got really angry and he ran up to them and had a huge fight, I cried and screamed for help, people ran to stop them but by then the men had ran away, scared of my daddy.
He only had a few cuts at the end of it. He loves me very much, and I love him, it's always been just us. My mommy is very ill, she sometimes can't remember who me and daddy are, and she gets shaky and fever too. Daddy says that when she can't remember us, it's not her fault, and that she loves us very much, I know that too, but it upsets me when I see her when she's at her worse.
She's in a hospital in America, they had to do a big operation on her, to make her better. She would take a long time to recover, so daddy made us come to aunt Millies for a while, so we don't think about mommy as much, and worry.
I think about mommy lots though, but it's nice to visit here, and see Aunt Millie and titch. It's colder in Southampton, but I like it here with Aunt Millie, and titch, I always play with him. He has sandy hair, and he jumps around allot, but he's very friendly. Mommy's getting better now, so were going home to see her. Daddy says that we have to stay positive, but remember that she might not make it, and that the angels in heaven will look after her then. I pray that my mommy will be okay, and that angels watch over her.
"She'l be okay Joe, she's a strong child" Cora's aunt said, she loved Cora like she was her own daughter, having no children of her own. The little girl looked so much like her mother. "I know, she's a star, I don't know what would become of me without her" "Well we'll never need to find out" Millie smiled at her younger brother, and they both looked at Cora
I picked up my brown case and ran to the gate, I jumped up and daddy picked me up. "I'm going to miss you both so much!" My aunt Millie said, she hugged me and then daddy, "be sure to write, I want to hear all about what you get up to in America Cora!" I smiled at that, "We will, don't worry" daddy said "I'll speak to you soon, say bye Cora" "Bye!" I waved at her as daddy carried me away from the small house, aunt Millie waved back; she looked like she was going to cry. I buried my head in daddy's shoulder; I didn't want to see aunt Millie upset. I still waved with my free hand, and when I peeked up she was still waving, I looked at her up until we turned the corner, and faced the docks...