Minsuh’ Historical Fiction Vignettes

Two years to go

Girls my age, the girls who don’t have to go to dusty factories and live in one room with the whole family–they go to school. School is a place where adults read stories to kids and children talk to each other run around and play tag, get their own desks and LEARN. But while they go to school, I have to walk around these machines all day and breathe in bad air. I wish I could be breathing in the school’s fresh, cool air right now, or even tomorrow. Maybe I could go to school someday when Mama comes back. She said she will be back someday when I’m twelve, she promised to. Just two years to go.. She said she’s going to bring me a happy life, I think it was a good thing but I don’t know why she cried that much. Just two years to go and Mama and I will have a cozy, warm house for our family. Just two years and my Mama will teach me how to knit–a hat for my brothers and a pair of gloves for my father so he won’t feel cold with the cast on his arm and I’ll knit a long scarf for Mama and I.. so we could recognise each other in case we ever fall apart again.

The floating house

I’ve never seen so many people in my life–So many kinds of people! I was really excited for my big journey, but as my relatives in the states say, it is not that easy. Even going on the floating house was tough. First, I tried to buy a ticket but the lady who was selling them won’t let me and kept talking about children tickets and adult tickets, which I couldn’t understand because she spoke in a language called English. I took nearly an hour to get that piece of paper that would let me enter into the house that floated on water. When I sat on one of the seats in the house, a guy wearing a blue shirt which had a bunch of silver stuck to it started yelling at me to go to the lower level. Maybe it was his seat, I felt kind of sorry for him. After I sat on another chair that looked a little browner and older than the seat the one I just sat on. It was really tough but I kept on dreaming about the life I would have in America.
Grey eyes

Why a young girl in a place like this? She looked like she was 13 or 15, but her young, bright face covered with ashes, hard, rough palms with not even a hint of softness of a child’s hand. They say her mother died when she was five, father was deaf-mute and and her brother, who ran away. Once, she rode the train for 8hours to find her brother who was her only hope it the letters that he said, that said he was raising money was nothing but a pile of lies. He took the money she brought and ran away. From that day and on, she never smiled, not even a drop of smirk on her face was found. Her eyes looked like she had lost everything and what was left was a grey in her eyes.

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