Finding Home

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


This was home. Or what would now be her home. Not the Swedish mountains with her amiable husband, seven goats, two cats, and the occasional mouse. Home would now be on the other side of the world in a populating major city, but she would be with her son and grandchildren so it will become home.

Elisabet stepped off the ramp and held onto her hat tightly as a gust of salty wind blew everything in its wake. Aside from the clothes she was wearing, the only other thing that belonged to her name was a few slips of identification papers and one with an address on it. After braving seasickness on an overstuffed ocean liner, the solid ground gives life to her aching limbs. Her life on the farm had made her strong, but even still, she could feel her long years catching up with her.

The journey from the gangplank to registration took longer than Elisabet would have imagined, but the flow of crowded people shuffled along through lines of security and identification. Most of the languages that met her ears were unidentifiable to her. There were families looking for a better life and men looking for work, all refugees like her escaping their old lives and looking forward to the bright possibilities that America could bring them.

She worked her way through the medical inspection and legal paperwork before gaining official entry to the mainland. The skyscrapers of New York City seemed to stretch up into the sky in welcoming her and the other weary travelers to their awaiting aspirations.

Without instructions on how to arrive at the address she was given, her desperate search proves futile. Her limited knowledge of the English language raises a barrier between her and others who pass her by. Each attempt to communicate with the strangers ends in failure. At the end of the day, she finds herself in the station where travelers are quick to return home from their day’s work.

Elisabet stands in the middle of the floor, a feeling of hopelessness and desperation overwhelming her. The aching in her joints almost convinces her to take a seat on one of the benches for the night when a hand falls gently on her shoulder. She looks up into the gray eyes of a gentleman in a velvet top hat. He smiles softly and asks her something she doesn’t understand. Elisabet offers the small slip of paper with the address printed out on it, now smudged after hours of holding. The man smiles again as he nods in understanding and motions toward the door. Briefcase in one hand, he offers Elisabet his other arm. With some hesitation, she takes it. He walks her out of the station and into the open air. Down a busy street, the walk together till they stop at a door. She knocks and turns, but the gentleman and his briefcase are gone before she can give him a proper thanks. Then she is home.

 


Submitted: May 08, 2020

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