(It's just a story)

Introduction:

The year was 1903. And my name is Christopher Sweeney. Me and my family just came from Ireland. Why? Because my lousy dad had to many run ins with the Irish mob. So we have to set out. Leave everything just for him. But what I know. I was only 6.

The people that I’m with are my brother Andrew, my sister Mia, my mom, and my dad. We were shipped out on May 15^th. Me and my family had to stay with 3 other families on the boat. There were only 4 beds and enough room to just squeeze us all in. Of course my greedy dad took one of the beds. So me and the rest of the family had to share one bed. But, you have to do, what you have to do.

The trip lasted until October 22^nd. Count them up if you want too. We landed in a little city called New York. America’s dream. More like America’s nightmare. The first five minutes we land there. We see dead people. And hookers on the sidewalks. My mom tried to cover my eyes with my hands. But, I could see out of her hand.

When we got to our apartment. There were Irish and Italians fighting on the front step. I couldn’t remember what they said. But all I remember was a group fight of each Italian and Irishman. We went upstairs to our room. It was ok. But small as hell. Just like the boat ride. But we don’t have to share anything. I was put in a room with my sister and brother. But we had three of our own beds set up there. Which was good. But no blankets or pillows. But we have to do what we can.

Two years later. I was put in a school. There was no way I could speak any English where we live. I didn’t have any lunch or anything for a full year. But I didn’t care. I was to worry on speaking the language and getting the hell out of there. But the next year my sister finally could come in and learn the language. But that turn out to be a mistake….