Wednesday, October 2, 2019
Message in a Bottle :: essays papers
Message in a Bottle Rolling waves gently brushed upon the sand and nipped softly at my toes. I gazed out into the oblivion of blue hue that lay before me. I stared hopefully at sun-filled sky, but I couldnââ¬â¢t help but wonder how I was going to get through the day. Honestly, I never thought in a million years that my daughter and I would be homeless. Oh, how I yearned for our house in the suburbs. A pain wrenched at my heart when I was once reminded again of my beloved husband, Peter. I missed him so much and couldnââ¬â¢t help but ask God why he was taken from us. Living underneath Pier 14 was no life for Emily and me. I had to get us out of here and back on our feet. My stomach moaned angrily. I needed to somehow find food for us, but how? Suddenly, something slimy brushed up against my leg and pierced my thoughts. I jumped back and brushed the residue of sand of my legs. What was that? As my eyes skimmed the water in front of me, I noticed something spinning in the foam of the waves. Curi osity got the best of me and I went over to take a closer look. The object danced in the waves and eventually was coughed out onto the beach. ââ¬Å"Emily!â⬠I called to my eight-year-old daughter who was, at that time, infatuated with a seashell that she found earlier that day. ââ¬Å"Come here and see this! Mommy found something.â⬠Although I had no idea what that something was and I definitely didnââ¬â¢t know it would change my life forever. ââ¬Å"What did you find, Mommy? Is it food?â⬠Emily came running down from the pier to see my finding. ââ¬Å"Oh honey,â⬠I answered, sadly acknowledging my daughterââ¬â¢s hunger, ââ¬Å" I wish it was. Actually, Iââ¬â¢m not quite sure what it is. Help me clean it off, will you?â⬠Emily and I began scrubbing the dilapidated, seaweed covered object in the warm waves of the Atlantic. ââ¬Å"Wow, Thatââ¬â¢s not at all I expected.â⬠I answered as I rolled an old bottle in the water. ââ¬Å"At least we can get some money for this at the recycling center. Not much, but if we collect enough bottles we could get some lunch!â⬠I looked hopelessly at the bottle.
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