Silver Drops of Memories (writing & art entry)

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AHH I HAD TO TYPE THIS FOUR TIMES BECAUSE THE FIRST THREE IT SAID IT HAD A BAD WORD WHEN IT DIDN'T AHHHH :"((( Sowwyy for the wait, Piggy! <33 Congrats on 100+! :DDD That's really big ^u^ I did a drawing of a girl standing on a boat, (pretty weird bc on those times they were crammed inside but you know XD) they're going to Ellis Island, etc. I was going to do the Statue of Liberty, but it looked horrible, soo... xD ~ Silver Drops of Memories ~ The icy American wind whips my face, my hair flying back like one of those beautiful, long-winged birds that danced in front of our cottage back in Ireland. Sparkling silver droplets stream from my eyes as I clasp my hands together and pray– to forget. To forget our beautiful homeland, my friends, and most of all, my grandmother. But I know I can't. Because memories are a part of you no matter what. And it hurts. Mama, Papa, Mauve, and I had come all the way from Ireland for hopes of a better life; across the cold and dark ocean that separated Ireland and America. We'd crossed the ocean; something larger than any lake in my home country. We'd left so much. We'd left our white cottage with hanging shingles, the school and friends I had known for years, and Grandmother, my poor grandmother who could not make the journey. I felt the rotting wood against my back, millions of beetles probably chomping it into nothing. I felt the icy wind, heard the wails of other travelers who were just as desperate as me. I let my eyelids close. But only moments later, clear as a bell on a gloomy day: "I can't believe it!" "We're here!" "God Bless!" And really, that was the bell– my bell, that struck me. Like a board. There had been a hope that had been sucked out of me. And now it was there. Real. My eyes fluttered open, my cracked shoes pounding against the protesting wood floor. I ran to the deck, where millions stood; crying, laughing; full of hope and joy. And then I saw her. Lady Liberty stood taller than the churches back home, her shoulders high, her eyes reflecting the sun and their glory. She was only one person; but she was filled with hope and memories, and that made her more. Drops of liquid streamed down my face, and I felt the pang of so many memories hit me. My memories back home. Because sometimes that's important. To not forget. Grandmother was a memory for me. And love made that true. I stared at the magnificent statue, hopes rising into me. And those memories; like small, silver droplets, would be forever kept inside of me. okiee that was kinda horrible x3333 ~Pengi :)))