My immigration to the USA

”Grandma, why do I look different from the other kids at school? They bully me with my big curly hair and darker skin.” Adriana grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight. A tear fell from her chin down on her pretty little white nightgown as she puled me down under her carpet. “They keep calling me an afro-weirdo.” I claimed my hand and stroke her long black hair as I said: “Well, as you know, me and your grandfather isn’t born around here.” I looked out the window and glanced over the nightlife of Boston. “You’re not a complete American.” Adriana looked up from her hiding place under my arm. As our eyes met, Alejandro’s little voice appeared over by the door: “Is she an alien?” I laughed and waved him over to the bed. When he finally stopped moving his way in between us, I continued: “Many years ago, before you were born, your grandfather and I lived in Spain.” Alejandro interrupted: “What is Spain?” “It’s a country in Europa.” “Europa?” Adriana cried out, “Where is that?” “Well, maybe if you would let me continue, I might tell you.” They both putted their forefinger on their lips and sat as quit as a mouse with their big brown eyes locked at mine. “Good. So, Spain is a sunny place where grapes are building up and down the mountains. I was what you could call a girl who tames wild horses at a farm. One day, my landlord died and I had no other place to live, but thankfully a man who owned a restaurant close to the ocean took your uncle Gabriel and I in as waiters. That’s where I met your grandfather. We made a dream of running away to the USA together. One day as I was in the middle of washing the dished from the day before, your grandfather came storming in with two white notes in his hand. I still remember what he said to me when he finally caught his breath: “Maria my darling, I hold here in my hand two tickets to the 12 o’clock boat to Boston. Quick, pack whatever you can bear in your arms and come with me. This is our chance to finally having the life we’ve always dreamed of!” As we arrived 20 ours later, your grandfather wasn’t feeling so good so we immediately looked up a doctor, who after taking a closer look at him and hearing our story, took us to the local harbour, where we got a job - your grandfather as a shipbuilder and I as a nurse. We felt like the luckiest people on earth, when he gave us new clothes and a place to live. We own Mr. Smith everything. As the years went by, Mr. Smith became more and more fond of us. Your grandfather where the greatest builder he had ever seen, so when he got older, he offered him to take over the business. A year after Mr. Smith passed away, we sold the place to settle down in a house just a pinch out of Boston. It took us 2 years to make it just like we’d always dreamed of and then it all just took over. 2 month after I got pregnant with your mother, and 3 years after your aunt Sofia was born. I sometimes still visit Mr. Smith grave.” I signed and looked up at the sealing. My thoughts were interrupted by Adriana and Alejandro’s head popping up 11 inches from my face. Adriana gave me a confused look saying: “Grandma, do you need a hug?” I laugh: ”Yes, my lovely little brownies, I would like that.”