Lonely, Depressed, Miserable. I stood at the pier, watching my mother board the boat that would take her to America, The Titanic.
It was earlier that morning my mother got a letter in the post. We never get post so she was quite nervous. She opened the letter and it was like her heart dropped. The letter was from my granddad. It stated in the letter that my grandmother was after dying in America.
Dejected, my mother ran down to the pier in Queenstown to try and get a ticket for The Titanic. Luckily she got a ticket. But just one. My uncle and I went down to the pier to wave her goodbye.
The horn hooted. The noise was so loud it nearly burst my eardrums. The ship sailed off and …that was the last time I ever saw my mother.