Kizzie and I excitedly poked our heads out of the carriage window as we were driven to our new home. New York City was so beautiful. No wonder they called it the city of lights. That had to be the most exciting moment of my life. I simply adored all of the tall buildings and the mixture of different cultured people that wandered the cobbled streets. My whole body shook with enthusiasm.
Suddenly our carriage came to a halt at a very large cathedral like building. There was a large square clock at the top of a turret that stood in the center of the rooftop. The structure's four corners were rounded with balconies overlooking the city. Ivy draped every inch of it all, besides the large stain glassed windows, giving everything what seemed like, a greenish essence.
Oh, how I wanted to get out of that smothery carriage and explore.
"Well, this is it," Papa smiled. I jumped up enthusiastically as if to exit, but he stopped me with an extended hand. My happiness turned into a sudden frown. "I want you to stay in the coach for a few minuets while I tend to some business with the landlord."
Extremely disappointed I sat back down and began to pout. But as soon as I saw Papa enter the front door of the building I fastened Kizzie's leash upon her collar and we were out of there. "We're just going to go for a little stroll," I whispered to her as we snuck around the back of the carriage and were out of view.
We wandered down the street checking out all of the shops and people along the way. As I continued down the street, Kizzie in toe, thoughts filled my mind. And when we reached the end of that street and then the next, my thoughts had been confirmed; we were lost.
My heart beat more rapidly every second as more and more unfamiliar sites came to my eyes. Suddenly, I leapt with freight.
"I told you to stay in the coach."
"I'm sorry, Papa," I replied, lowering my head with shame as I took his rather wrinkled, feeble hand.
My father's disapproval was the one thing that stung my heart the most in life. Even before my mother had passed away we had been the best of friends. Now that I was nearing the age of 17 the fear that we were drifting hung deep inside. He was constantly warning me of thing after thing, like he thought that I wasn't responsible. I didn't have the slightest idea that he only wanted me to be aware of the possibilities.
