The Move to America

This post is the story I made up to help visualize what the migration is about. The premise of this story is based off the facts of "The Effect on People"

It was mid fall when we were kicked out. Ma and Pa were farmers in Ireland, and the potato just became diseased. Pa had a hard time selling his crops, so our family did not eat that much for a few weeks. Before we were kicked out, we had to go into town where everyone else was, and take the bread that was given out as charity. I was hungry all the time, but we soon got used to it. We couldn't pay for our farm anymore, so we decided to move to America. It was hard to leave the country I grew up in, but it was for the better. It was a Sunday and we had everything packed. The horse and carriage took us all the way to the west coast, where there was mass amounts of people leaving the country. We had to wait in line for tickets. Ma and the rest of the family sat patiently waiting for Pa to get back. It was two hours when he finally arrived with the tickets. We boarded the ship 3 hours later, and we were on our way.
We were at sea for a week and a half when 16 people died on board. The crew threw them off the boat. It was terrifying. To pass time we sang songs and stared at the clouds. But finally, we saw the Statue of Liberty. It was one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen. The whole ship erupted in cheer. We docked and got off the boat. Grabbing the few things we had with us, we walked to the medical wing. Everyone was getting examined and questioned. Luckily no one from my family got sick, or else they would have been quarantined for weeks. With the anticipation to see New York City, we had to write all our names in a book. Once we were done, we walked out of the hot building and we could taste the freedom! The first thing we did was eat at a local pizza joint. The notorious "pizza" was the greatest thing I have ever tasted. But getting here was just the beginning...