It was the spring of 1885. For months, my family had dream of traveling to America to pursue better lives. At long last, we could afford to pay for a one way trip to the US.
However, not all of us were able to cross the Atlantic. We could not afford to bring my mother over. We decided that my father and I would travel to America with hopes that she would be with us again soon.
We've made it, son.
Welcome to ELLIS ISLAND
My father and I both got jobs at a factory near Ellis Island. My father would rather have sent me to public school, but both of us going to work was the only way to get my mother to America before the end of the year.
While my father was directed upstairs, I was sent to work in the basement. The room I worked in was dirty and dark, and I could barely lift the heavy boxes that I was instructed to organize. I worked alongside other immigrant children as well.
Before we came to America, I had heard stories of people in my position that rose above the rest of society and became wealthy businessmen. Some of these people were supposedly immigrants like myself. If they could do it, why couldn't I?
We're so proud of you, son!
For now, we're just trying to make ends meet. However, someday I wish to join the wealthy elite here in America and never have to struggle financially like my family is now. Perhaps this is what people call having the American dream.