Sophia looked longingly out across the water. All she wanted to do was be out there with her father and brothers. She knew that she could help her family only if she had the chance.
Sophia's family was very poor, as much of Greece was at the time. Her brothers and father worked tirelessly day in and day out just to get enough to buy food for the family.
Her father was so aged. Between the sea and the stress, he looked fifteen years older than he was. He was a very stern man, as was expected of Greek men, yet Sophia still loved him.
It didn't matter how much Sophia begged though. Her father always refused. He refused to allow his family to be shamed for allowing his daughter to work. He was ashamed of his family's financial state.
Papa please let me go to work. I can do just as much as my brothers and provide a little extra money for our family!
No Sophia! You can never go work as your brothers and I do for you are a girl.
Sophia's days were consistent. She ate breakfast, helped her mother around the house and run errands, prepare meals for her father and brothers, and more cleaning. Her mother was preparing Sophia to be a good and loyal wife.
Sophia was tired of her life. She didn't want to be a housewife. She wanted to run her country. She wanted to go to school like her brothers. She wanted respect.
One late night-or early morning, Sophia hatched an idea. She knew how she could help her family. All she had to do was sneak onto the boat.
Sophia gathered her things and snuck down to the docks. She clambered into her father's boat and hid in a cabinet until the rest of the city woke up. Then she would surprise her father and brothers.