I woke up at the crack of dawn. My body, full of excitement and determination.
Most of the travellers were with me. Some, were taken into a different room. I assumed that they had paid to be detained in a nicer area. I simply do not have the money for that.
I made myself breakfast, a piece of old bread. I gathered up my belongs and threw them into my trunk. I went to my mother. She was still sleeping. I tiptoed over and planted a kiss on her forehead. I was going to get that medicine if it is the last thing I do.
It was a gloomy morning, but that did not bring my spirits down. Some of the other travellers looked like me, hopeful, others not as much. Fear filled their eyes as they held tight hands with their children. I handed a tall man with stern eyes my steerage ticket. I said good morning to him, he didn't reply. Instead, I was shoved onto the boat by all the eager immigrants, who wanted to start a new life. Just like me.
Several people piled onto the boat, their trunks banging against the hard walls. We were escorted through a long, dark hallway.
When the guard had shut us all in, everyone scurried to a bunk. I was the slowest, and was left with the bunk at the far end of the room. The mattress was hard, worse than the one I had at home. The room smelt of old urine, and body odour. I had no idea how long I would be here.
October 12th, 1900. It has been 12 long and horrid days on this boat. The routine is the same everyday. Wake up, eat stew and small pieces of black bread, sit around and wait. Then, go back to sleep. The excited girl I was 12 days ago is no more. I am growing impatient and distressed. When will we make it to Canada?
Finally, on the sixteenth day, the whole ship shook as one of the men slammed open the door. He commanded us to pack up our belongings. We had made it to Canada. The entire room began to delightfully chatter, looks of relief filled peoples faces. We had made it.