Lakitas immigrationshistorie til USA

I’m a immigrantLakita, 13 years old and from Poland.My name is lakita, and Im from Poland. I am 13 years old, and im the smallest member of my family. In Poland there was alot of hunger and poverty, so my family and I decided to go to the USA. Some days before the long journey in the boat, my father died. My mom and I didnt want to use our last money to (begrave) him, but my brother (insiterede) på that we did it. My mother tried to explain to my brother that if we used all our money on the (begravelse), then we didnt have any money to the journey. My brother did understand that, but he was not happy about it. After me and my brother had said goodbye to all of our friends, we walked with our stuff to the boat. We had brought steerage trickets, so we didnt expeckt much. The trip was horrible, and the space was very small. Me and my brother were very seasick, and trowved up all the time. Finally we came to USA, I ran up to the deck and the first thing i saw was the statue of liberty. It was so beautiful and big, i had never seen something like that. People was happy, and hugged each other.. People were already lining up infront of the great door, I started to smile. Alle these people at that same place, and everyone with there own dreams. Everyone was here for the same reason, people came with a hope, with fear and with expectations. Some were sent home, and others were allowed to go through the door of freedom. If you had a disease or something like that, then you were sent home immediately. That would mean that you have wasted your money,and some were separated from their families. That's why some called Ellis Island for the Island of tears. My mom and I were not affaird to be sent back to Poland, but my brother had something weird in his scalp. We crossed our fingers, and hoped that he came with us, he did. We decided to move to New York. Quickly our money was gone, we had used alll of them on shelter and food, so we slept in the streets. It was cold and the frost hurted my cheeks, but rather freeze than starve. America was not what I expected, I had heard people talk about that there were gold on the streets, but here there was only rocks and trash. My mom started got sick, and she was very weak. So my brother and I started to steal from others, so we could buy food and shelter. I began to know the ways into the neighborhoods, and I where it was easiest to steal. I just had to walk around and smile to the boys, and so my brother would take their watches and money from their pockets. I also knew some of the quarters, that I should stay away from, but one day when we had not been so lucky to steal, we decided to try there. It was the five points, and was in Manhattan. A man came up to me and offered me food, I was so stupid to say yes. Then he abducted me while I screamed for my brothers help. Fortunately, I was released very soon, my brother had sold our mother. He said to me that as long he had me, so would everything be okay. We continue stealing, but now not in the five points. I hugged him while I was crying, i missed my mother. I do not know if I would be happier by living in Poland, but one thing is clear for me, and that is that I am not happy right now.