Letter To Immigrant

Dear cousin Amelia, I miss you so much. I cannot believe that we are so far apart. Nobody here treats me with the respect I deserve. I do not get why I even have to be here. I miss France and all of the fashion designing there. We are in a place on the boat called steerage. Poor little Elizabeth and I have nothing to do, and Mom and Dad just talk all of the time. We feel so packed in here that I can barely move. Apparently, some of the Americans do not even want us here. They think that we will take away their jobs and that there are too many of us. Mom and Dad think that we will have a better life here than in France. We are waiting to see if we will be the last passengers examined. I hope I do not get a disease and are sent back home without

We have arrived!” says Mother. I am so ready to be off this boat. “Isn’t it pretty,” says Elizabeth. She smiles at me from where she is standing but, through her smile, I can see fear and pain. I walk over to her and tell her it will be all right. We all walk out onto the deck and see the Statue of Liberty. Mom starts crying and says something that I cannot understand because of all the noise around us from people talking. We walk to the room where we eat and find Dad already there reading the paper. Suddenly, we hear a voice telling us to get our bags and go on deck. We all rush into the luggage room and grab our bags. We run onto the deck and see officers waiting to take us to the main building. We follow them and see a long line of people standing in front of the immigration building. We walk into the building and my family separates. My sister, my mother, and I go into a different room than my father. As I see all of these people, I am afraid that I will not get into

It might make you feel uncomfortable, but you have to do it.” I nod my head and act brave, but inside I am screaming no though. Elizabeth looks terrified, but she is only four you know. I give her a hug and tell her, “Don’t worry, you’ll do fine.” Mother says, “If you are sick you will stay at the hospital or be sent back home.” Now I am shaking and about to cry. Luckily, before I cry, the nurses call us for our health exams and we are done in no time. Now all we have to do is answer some questions from the immigration officers. I feel fine until I see a man by the name of Mr. Rock that is scowling at me. I am afraid that he will ask me questions that I cannot answer and not let me go