Home

On a hot day early in the year 1903, I sat on the warm sand watching the storm that was rolling over the ocean. Every so often a flash of lightning appeared.The blue waves grew in height, and power every minute or so. A man sat down on the sand beside me, Elizabeth. The man was tall, with shaggy jet black hair that was a medium length. His skin was tanned from working in the sun. He had a simple face with brown eyes and a medium sized nose. It is my Papa.

"How big is the storm today Elizabeth?"

"It is big Papa, bigger than any storm I have ever seen."

You can see bags under Papas eyes. He is constantly sad and he drinks a lot. He says that it takes away his pain.

Suddenly a tall woman stomped out of the small shanty I called home.The woman was red with rage. Mama and Papa had just been in a huge fight. They were arguing about Papa's drinking problem.Papa took a big swig of whiskey from the small brown flask he was holding. Mama got even angrier.

"Stop drinking that infernal stuff Bill!" she screamed.

She turned and went back inside. The storm hit the beach and it was really strong. The wind was blowing hard, the rain was cold and wet. The wind had blown my blond hair in to my blue eyes.Mama had come back out with a big brown suite case.

"Elizabeth take this bag would you?"
Inside the case was: clothes for two people and some money. I walked slowly towards her and picked up the bag it was heavy. 
"Lets go for a little walk." she said
I held Papas hand all the way to the train station. I had the burning desire to ask why we were here but Mama soon answered my question.
"Bill you and Elizabeth get on that train and go to Melbourne city and live there. I never want to hear from you ever again!"
So Papa picked me up and got on the train. He knows when Mama is mad you can't win a fight with her. The steam train was a big and black. It was a very long train.
All I could see was Mama on the small wood platform,crying. She did not wave goodbye. The train left the little station.
"Papa will you miss Mama?" I asked curiously
"Of course" he replied.

After a while the beach turned into the city. Buildings of all different shapes and sizes were scattered over the city. We walked for ages, occasionally stopping to look around. Papa and I did not speak for most of the way. Papa did not seem sad anymore. Papa seemed uplifted by the trip and had enthusiasm in his step.
We turned corners,walked down alleys, we passed parks and homes, we passed shops and stations. Finally we arrived at my grand-parents old place witch my father now owned because they passed away. The building was a creamy white colour,the door was heavy and black,the windows were dusty and hard to see through,the roof was tiled and falling apart. This house was much bigger than the small shanty I used to call home. Papa had opened the door."Welcome home Elizabeth." he said with a smile.