We docked in New York, America on April 26th 1912.

There was a great commotion when we docked. Everyone wanted to know everyone's story. For me I was glad I was on dry land again; even though I threw up seven times.

"There she is Winnie, and Eddy. Thee lady. Lady Liberty." My mother holding Eddy pointed her out. She murmured under her breath. "If only your father where here to see it."

"She is beautiful mother. Hello there Lady Liberty!" I waved to her. The lady stood tall and proud. Her hair down with a crown, and a torch to a light someone's way. A grin on her face showing how proud she was. No wonder America loved her.

"Ady Lib." Eddy flopped his arm up and down. An officer taking names of survivors came toward us.

"Can I get your name loves?"

"I'm Alexandria Morrill, ah Mary for short. This is my son Edward Frances Morrill the 2nd , and this is Winifred Morrill, my daughter." She put her arm around me.

"Thank you very much Madame. You will find a health clinic and hotel this way." He pointed to taxi's heading towards where ever. "If I you want to know where the taxi's are heading, there heading toward Time Square."

"Thank you." My mother gave him a slight nod with her head. I gave him a curtsy.

"My pleasure Madame." He tipped his hat.

"Well we should get going then. I'm ready for a hot meal. Time to get on with our lives." Grandmamma said heading toward the taxi's. I wasn't really happy when I saw her on the Olympia. I'm relieved though, that she survived.

We arrived at the hotel, and relaxed. But who could really when you just survived an unexpected disaster. We told stories to keep our minds off it. The subject kept coming back. We told how we escaped, and how we would deal with our feelings. I read my journal aloud. All the way up until the tragedy.

My mother laughed about the worm in the privy, and Lulu and Agatha running into each other. Grandmamma sculled me about Jeremy. After all this she still cares about proper etiquette.

We stayed in the hotel for a couple of months, just till we were back on our toes. (Which could never happen.) All of us went sight seeing (what was rest of my family) of all the places we could see in New, York.

When we got bored and thought we saw every inch of New York, (even though I thought the subway was the best part) we decided to travel across America.

I saw the beautiful leaves of Vermont, I rode horses on the sandy beaches of Florida, and again in California. I rode in a plane from South Nebraska to Kansas. I saw the beauty of Niagara Falls. (Even though it made some of us heartrending.)

I saw every inch of America, and was glad America beat us British. If they haven't then I wouldn't be able to see such wonders.

Grandmamma, and mother told us we had to leave back for Southampton. "We have been gone from our home to long." They alleged us.

We went home on Ship. Everyone, including me was paranoid. I just stayed huddled in the corner of the trip the whole time.

The year is 1913, and I'm thirteen now! And when we arrived back at Southampton, it looked so very different. My house seemed like it was frozen in time. I passed by the rooms, seeing all the happiness that once filled them. I stopped at one certain room though. My fathers. (My parents had separate rooms.)

The door squeaked open. I used to love that sound when I was little. When my father would read in bed, I would open the door in a crack. The door obviously squeaking.

"Is that my Squeaker?" He would say dropping his book in his lap. I would run in, and jump on his bed begging him to read to me.

He would pretend to read from the book he was reading, even though it wasn't the real story.

I felt my hand touch the four poster bed; feeling the smooth mahogany wood under my finger tips. I laid down on the bed and fell asleep.