Dear God,
I don't know how long I've been on this boat, it seems like forever! When are you going to get to New York? I'm so excited; I can't wait to see her. I've prepared everything for this trip. I was able to find some old letters my mother had sent my father and I have her address. I'm going to take a cab straight to her house, hoping she doesn't have to perform that day. I look around on the boat and I see families together, going to America to celebrate the New Year. I'm going to celebrate the New Year, with my mother, this time around, with someone who's going actually be glad and happy that I'm by her side.
It's cold, we're getting closer to New York and I can see the snow falling and melting when it was hitting the water. I don't think I've ever seen the snow so beautiful, so white.
The boat is finally in New York. The formalities are taking way to long to do. I feel like yelling "I'm the on of the Duke of Grandchester, please let me go through!". But of course, that would be a bit much and I'm travelling alone, I don't have anyone with me to do the formalities for me, but I don't mind. I just feel like flying over all these people, and just get outside. But I had to be patient.
The formalities were finally over, after what seemed to me like an eternity. I took one of the numerous cabs at the harbour, with my suitcase. I gave the cabdriver my mother's address, he we took off. But he wasn't going fast enough for me and the traffic made me want to fly over all these cars… I wish I could fly. We finally arrived there. I was in front of her house, my mother's house!!! I got out and walked to the front door. It was snowing abundantly. I rang the door. My heart was beating hard and so fast. I was going to meet the woman who gave birth to me, the woman who loved me unconditionally since I was in her womb, the woman that was going to show me the love I've never had from a woman, from that stepmonster… The door finally opened… and a maid was in front of me… I wanted to tell her that I wanted to see my mother, but she didn't let me finish my sentence. She yelled: "Madam, madam, it's Master Terrence, it's your son!" I was surprised to see that the maid actually knew my name and who I was… So my mother talked about me. It made me all warm and fuzzy inside. I heard another voice saying from afar: "What? Terry?" She arrived, in the hallway panting, she was wearing a pink dress and she looked as stunned as the maid to see me there, standing there. Her beautiful blue eyes were staring at me. That beautiful woman was my mother.