Dear Diary
Today was finally the day that we escaped Cuba. The water was rough. I was thinking “what if the boat flips over?” There were many possibilities for the future. Dad held my hand tightly guiding me towards a lower wooden dock where a motor boat was stationed at the end. My heart raced rapidly. The sky darkened from clouds filled with rain, slowly covering the sun’s blinding rays. Finally reaching the boat, we stepped into it. The stench of different people disgusted me. The last passengers were boarded. In the distance the steel gates collapsed, sending in swarms of people. The motors of the vessel roared to life, slowly pushing the boat away. The crowd reached the edge of the concrete loading dock, most of them stopping in their tracks, disappointed. Others to the wooden port attempting to jump into the boat, only to be washed away by waves. The journey was rough, all I remembered was my father’s body keeping me warm from the harsh cold.
The next thing I knew, my dad was carrying me on his back, trying to find a place where we could stay. I think we searched around for the entire afternoon. Fresh pastries were stationed inside bakeries as we passed, the scent made my stomach growl.
After a long walk around the city, we settled outside an alleyway on the sidewalk, the foul odour of the bins invaded my nose while we were resting. A couple of minutes later, we walked near a park, I glanced at my father giving him a small smile. He led me onto a porch of a building, kneeling down, he took off his yellow scarf and wrapped it around my neck. I looked up, seeing his saddened face. “What’s happening Dad?” I asked him. He wrapped his arms around me giving me a hug. Standing up he took a step back, giving me one last glance before taking off leaving me on the porch of “Miss Elem’s Home For Children.”