What this story is based on, is a drawing made by Shaun Tan. Tan is an illustrator who makes only picture books. I am going to write my interpretation of the picture. These stories will be only one part each, and very short. Some are more dialogue, others are not. The title of each story (which is bolded) is a different image. Feel free to go to google and find these pictures. This one is from his book, "The Arrival". Challenge your imagination by looking at the picture AFTER the story. How was your image different the the actual one? Share with me :)
Anyhow, without further adieu...
The Suitcase:
"Mother, I do promise to be careful."
"I know that you will. Write to me everyday, would you?"
"Yes. I have packed enough paper and ink to write you for ten years."
"You better. Now sit and finish your tea. I will not let you leave this house with an empty stomach."
The floor creaked, the chair squeeked, the dish clinked, the fire crackled, the tea splashed, the jam spread, the boy sighed, the mother sniffled, the silence broke.
"Here. Please eat this, darling. Take care of yourself out there. If I could give you all my homecooked meals to pack up and take with you I would."
"Sure would take the weight off me shoulders. Mother, do you think America will do me any good?"
"Love, it can't be any better than here. I hope its only worse, then maybe you can come home to your mum and forget the silly old States."
"Mum! I could really find me-self a good life! A chance to change history for this family!"
"I never did understand you and your father's intent on changing. Life is just lovely right now, right here!"
"There is nothing wrong with now and here, but there is something greater with later and there."
"I turn me back for a minute and you're the Shakespeare of the States! Tell me, for me own sake, that you will not be over there mucking up the English name! I do not want to be known as the mother to a rebel."
"A rebel? Mother please. You jump to conclusions like a rabbit to its carrots. I'm there to make a living, not end one. Trust me... I have finished me tea and the jam and bread was lovely, but I have to go."
"Now? It is far too early boy! What time is the ferry leaving?"
"Quarter to. If I don't go now, I will miss the boat."
"So, this is it. Me little baby robin is leaving the nest?"
"Mum, I am no child. I am a man. This is me future."
"Alright, alright. Where did you put your suitcase?"
"Right here. I just have to get a few things."
"You told me you were all packed yesterday!"
"I am, just a couple of knicks and knacks."
"Like what? You never cared for the little things before."
"This photograph. Its you and dad and me. Before..."
"Oh, I do love that one. Take it with you. If you ever forget home, or even miss your mum."
"I will. Help me close this please?"
"Of course. Darling,"
She placed her hand on his.
"Had your dad been here. He would be so proud. He always wanted the best for you. Make your father proud."
"I will mum. I will."
The suitcase shut.
