Lost Love

I was only 4 years old when my mother Alyandra passed away from skin cancer. After spending long and painful nights in the hospital, struggling to watch my mother in such shock. Not knowing what was really going on, It really hurt me. Dad and I always made sure to come daily, accompanying my mother in any of her needs or simply speaking to her. Because we didn't know when she was going to pass. The doctors had only given us a short notice on what occurred. I grew up in such confusion, still trying to figure out why my mother was no longer in my life. After that tragic loss of losing my mother, my father and I finally accepted to move on. My father, Alessandro, worked in maintenance ever since he was 17 years old. Never really finishing school because of the type of government that Italy had. We lived off of what my father made, the two of us strived to stay alive. Living in a small puglia home, it was a little hard. Italy at the time was very diverse, as we didn't have a lot of resources to choose from. So one day, when I turned 16, my father thought it'd be best for us to Europe. To be able to start off our new lives, knowing that it would be hard to assimilate into another culture and tradition. And that the lifestyle would be way different. Since over the years they ranked up to a high role, he was given a job on working on a new idea. The new idea was working on a ship, that required numerous kinds of engineers and well my dad was up for the job and we decided to move.

My name's Mariano DiVaio, I am 18 years old and I live in London, United Kingdom with my father. My dream one day is to officially start a new life in America. To fulfill my dreams of one day becoming a sailor. That has always been my passion of sailing at sea on a naval ship out with a crew. My one and only chance to go America was to board the ship my father had been working on. Upon living in London now for quite some time, I found it easier for me to blend in into the lifestyle. Getting to meet new people and experiencing great moments. My mother's image never until this day left my head, as I can never forget how she passed away at such a young age. Now that I'm way older and have a better understanding of what happened; I make sure all of the time to show credit and appreciation towards my father. For everything that he has done to better me as a person. That even though my mother passed, for that to boost my strength and will to do things. That right there was my motivation to make my mother as she sees me from above. There were only so much that I dreamt of having, but my I only wanted to be successful, so that I could repay my father financially.

There were only 2 days until the grand opening of the ship, the Titanic. Coming from the idea of a man named Thomas Andrews. He was successfully able to draw out how he wanted it to be. The first voyage would be on April 10, 1912. My father and I were guaranteed two passes to board the ship freely. We were considered second class passengers and we had a room near the back of the boat. This ship was huge, containing all kinds of luxuries and riches. We were expected to leave the dock at 8:02 a.m. and expected to arrive at New York in two weeks. I knew this trip would be a great voyage, and that life would suddenly get better for me. I have heard that America is very liberal and has gives all people the free will of doing things. This could be my opportunity of pursuing my dream career, but I knew it wasn't going to be easy.

It's the next morning, and my dad and I were ready to board the ship. We had everything packed in luggages and we still had enough euros to exchange for american money over there in America. The view from the ship was outstanding and I could see the whole dock from where was. Our room was a little snug and kind of tight, but it was fine and it atleast had a T.V. and dresser. I decided to take on the outside deck along the ship, as I saw people from all kinds of races and ethnicities. I was very anxious to go and see a room with a large staircase and with a huge chandelier in the middle. As I entered the room, my eyes wandered at every each of the room. As I was admiring every single bit of artique that I saw. What really caught my attention was a girl and man, was she a true beauty. She was sitting down at the piano and I happened to make eye contact with her. Without showing any sign of awkwardness, I just smiled. Her beauty was so attractive and I was so urged to go and talk to her. I introduced myself as I was observing a painting that was near the piano where she was sitting at. She told me her name was Julia and that she was on her way to America as well with her mother and younger siblings. By the way she described herself, I was already deeply in love. I admired everything about her, everything about her made her beautiful.

It's April 14th, 1912 and Julia and I have decided to get married once we got to America. I have already met her family and she met my father. I was very delighted knowing that I had found true love, and that I'd be able to be supported by Julia. As well lyed down the same night in bed, it was past 10 o'clock when I started hearing noise outside of the ship. I was eager to find out what was going on, but I heard that the front part of the ship had hit an iceberg. I dashed right back into the room and Immediately woke Julie up. Telling her that we needed to find a way off the ship as soon as possible because the ship was going to sink.

We luckily found a small life boat where other passengers were trying to board, and there were only so much room on that boat that women were the first ones having to go on the boat. I kept insisting for her to stay on the boat, but she wouldn't listen to me. She wanted to stay by my side, so I told her it was fine. That nothing was going to happen and she finally agreed to stay on the boat. As soon as she left, I tried to evacuate as soon as possible. I thought I was seeing things when I saw that the boat she got on tipped over. She tragically died, and I promised myself that I'd never marry another woman ever again.