Immigrant: A Short Story

Nevertheless, as we kept talking I could only listen in fascination, our lives seemed so similar to each others. Our conversations were long, and laughter filled. We talked about our family and personal lives. We both became pretty close over the short amount of time that we had been talking. When it came to a more in depth conversation about of family, we both fell silent.
“I used to have a father and mother, but they aren't in the picture now” she explained as her eyes slowly teared up.
After it had been nearly two hours and we both decided we should return to our waiting mother and father.
“It was lovely to meet you Jac. I will be sure to call you later”.
We soon gave our farewells and we awkwardly departed. Finding myself walking into
“To Canada” I added, speaking under my breath, barely audible.
We looked at each other and nodded. Logistically speaking, I was confused as to what would happen with the Derby house, but my father seemed to have it under control. My father and I then proceeded to preparing ourselves emotionally for the night that was to come, hoping we would not be underprepared.
The main road was quiet and empty, as expected. We proceeded west of the village and found ourselves in Lineboro, nearly 10 kilometers away. This was all a part of my father's complicated plan, by proceeding as far out as possible, it would look less suspicious, especially with the dark night sky and the low sound of our vehicle. Continuing to drive through the silence of the night, edging closer to the empty countryside with every mile we traveled, we finally took a sharp turn onto an unpaved path that traveled directly through the empty forest. After some time, we came to a short stop, what was before my eyes was ever so reassuring. It was the widespread, open area of a dark and shining river.
“This is where I proposed to your mother Jac, take a moment and just appreciate where we
Reunited, it felt like I was complete, the part of me that had been missing for the longest time, was once again one with me. I found myself holding Mom’s hand for the rest of the ride home and never let go.

Epilogue: February 1, 2025: Montreal International Airport, QC. Ordinarily, our spirits were high, and we were incredibly excited, Rose was fixated to the city below. For the first time, we would be reunited with our grandparents. It had been nearly 9 years since we had last seen them. New leaders and systems have been employed and countries are now working to continuously re-build relationships. Our parents stayed home saying that it would be a magical experience for us to have the chance to reconnect with those we loved, first hand. The water was a beautiful shade of blue as we edged along the coast and banked right quickly descending.
“Ladies and gentlemen we are on our final approach, You must be seated” the flight attendant demanded. It was turbulent and the plane was fighting an endless battle with the wind, but we were both to anxious and excited to care. We were going incredibly fast when we slammed onto the runway. Everyone bounced in their seats.
“Ladies And Gentlemen, This Is