Doleria

I was just 8years old when I snuck aboard the famous Titanic. I was making my way to the States and this was the closest thing to getting there. My mother became a widow unable to care for me decided to send me off to her kin folks near the bay. I was saddened to leave my mother and extremely nervous about boarding a huge ship like the Titanic. I was a very fair skin child being of French and black origins my mother said I would be able to pass aboard the ship without trouble. We waited early that morning before the ship took off she held my arm and Natasha my doll in the other. I was crying. Doleria! Please don’t cry. She held my two hands kissed my cheek and pointed at a pale face woman standing near the front entrance to the ship. “You see the ticket man taking luggage and items from the passengers?” I nodded. “ Go up to that lady and tell her you were separated from your parents that are already aboard. Hand them this picture and note”. She handed me a picture of my father who was French. She told me that she would occupy me halfway but to not make notice that she was my mother. I rushed up on the ramp. Excuse me sir my father is waiting for me inside. Oh okay little one,you sure are brave to be traveling alone. I looked back in a distant I saw my mother waving to me to hurry on. I started to hurry on Hi sorry to hurry onto aboard the ship when I heard a noise voice familiar voice I turned around to see who was all I heard was little girl little girl around to see with where the voice was coming from. It was my mother I like surprise afternoon any instructions that she had given me she was holding my dog Natasha In order not together away I cause any attention to her I said thank you ma’am and I took the dog that was the last time I saw my mother. The door was locked and the boat was ready to sail. As I walked inside the boat with my luggage and then I can hear the whispers of the individuals As I pass by his child is that? must be one of the workers down below child. I thought I was very fair skin chat I think it was a text to my hair they made me look a bit piculure. All the individuals there a fancy dress and attire umbrellas most of the women Wore lipstick. I’ll take me to the photograph of my phone right hand. I ever wondered what is the story treat of my mother told me my father it passed away Or have you abandon us. Secure the least curly strands of my hair underneath my bonnet. I cannot believe it it was a board the unsinkable titanic. If only my mother could see the grand of this shit the painted walls extraordinaries design. I miss him I like sitting near Boston or ahead over her to women speaking about a wealthy negro that aborted the shit with his mulatto children. It was a sign of relief to know that I was not the black child on this ship. It was a blur outside but inside the ship was warm the light shine bright and the dance floor is crystal clear filled with happiness laughter in music. The ticket that my mother had gotten for me with on the lower deck it was the only one she can afford. I was ready for whatever adventure that awaited on this icy sea.