Made for his pleasure

testing fate

Putting my feet on the American soil was like having a weight off of my shoulders. they shipped us straight

to a shelter home where they started asking a lot of question about if we had people living

here and if we could contact them.

      Remembering the aunties that I had on both side of the family, I was authorized to make a call,

I called my aunt from Goergia, auntie soraya , who I only knew from name, because she used to

send some money to my dad when we were and desperate need of some.

  She answered at the third ring, asking with a rude voice

" who's this?"

"Hello, is this Soraya?" I asked

"this is she, who's asking?" she replied

"this is Erica, your niece?" I answered

"Oh ricka!!! How are you my love? where is your dad, what is that number you calling me on?" she asked

"They are all gone", I replied to her," it's only me and Lea left, auntie"

"noooooo ",she yelled," my brother?, my brother? gone, and you, where are you?" she asked, sobbing on

the phone.

I look toward my little sister, she was sitting in a corner, holding a doll that a kind lady at the shelter had

offer to her,feeling my gaze on her, she look toward me, her big brown innocent eyes looking

at me, smiling, oblivious of the chaos of our life.

"we are in the U.S actually, they said that we could come here if we had family there, so here we are " I

replied back

" Don't worry hun, Just tell me the address, I am taking the first plane early tomorrow to come and get

you guys" she said

"thank you so much auntie" I replied

"oh, dear that's the least I can do for the memory of my brother" she replied, and I gave the adress

where we were and she hang up.

I went to sit next to my sister, she automatically came to sit on my laps, still playing with her doll.

My mom was what Haitian called a grimel , it means light skin  woman, so we were light skin with slightly

wavy red brownish hair, we didn't look like Haitians because some people think that we Haitian are

all suppose to be black, and that's not true. We are a mixture of culture.

All the fatigue of the last events came crashing down on me,my eyes begin to slowly close by some

unknow forces , the last thought of my mind being that how nice my estranged auntie sounded like

and that now we where considered like illegal in the U.S , which was pretty much a really bad status...

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Short chapter but im testing this story, so please vote and tell me what you guys think of it

not edited so mind the grammar fault