March 8th, 1906
He was born on this day. His beautiful deep black eyes projecting reflections of the world around him. Born into poverty wasn't something that wouldve struck him in the heart so soon. His tiny little toes were still yet to come of age.
His mother hesitantly picked him up into her arms, as if she was afraid of hurting her own child. Her hands trembled at the sight of the tiny little flesh ball of life she had been carrying in her womb for nine months.
He had his father's eyes- unbelievably dark, pitch black, and if you were to look into them, it was almost as if falling into a pit of darkness.
He played with strands of his mothers hair, tugging at it playfully as she held him closer, familiarizing with the feel of him against her.
Six years, one month, and two days later, his mother and him set along on the sail of the unsinkable ship.
Or so they thought.
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Historical FictionHe was 6 years old when he boarded the ship with his mother. They sneaked on, risking their lives and everything within them. But they still did it. There, he met a girl. A special girl very dear to his heart. She was blind. And he were to become so...
