From Chapter One of Casa de Naomi: The House of Blessing Book 1
“…believing that immigration would never let her stay in America now,
Naomi closed her eyes. Only when the boat docked and the man grabbed her arm to
hurry her onto the wharf did she open them.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Reflective Questions~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Have you been so frightened that you could not face the
next moment?
Why were you in that situation? Were you all alone?
Was anyone there to help you?
What did you do?
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They entered a building and turned down a dark corridor.
The man pointed to a chair in a stark office. She nodded, entered, sat down on
the hard, wooden chair, and clutched her worn, brown, leather suitcase to her
chest. An official took a man into a room. Before the door shut, she heard his
interview begin.
She believed hers would be next, closed her eyes, and tried
to think about her answers. But all she could think of was that her bright
plans of coming to America
to find her uncle were for naught. She remembered leaving her family in the
middle of the night without an explanation or a good-bye and tears threatened
to fall. I was a fool to agree to work for no wage because Mr. Sosa promised
to help me achieve my dream when we arrived. She thought of all she had
left, Mr. Sosa’s promise, and admitted, He lied to me!
Her thoughts returned to Abuela Sosa’s death. She could
almost hear the old woman say, as she had the day they first met, “Many get to
America .
But getting into America
can be difficult.”
I should not be here, she
told herself while she tried to still her fidgeting. My entry into America should
have been easy. Everything was attended to at the American Consulate before we
left Spain —my
documents, my medical history … I filled each paper out with the utmost care!
She looked around the waiting room. She was the only one
there. Aware of the stories of the chosen few who were allowed to enter the
country, she tried to think of anything but the future she feared
and remembered reading that the original buildings had
burnt to the ground and nonflammable materials had been used when they rebuilt
the facility. It must have been an awful fire. Still …
When she heard the door to the office open, she looked at
the wall clock and realized that at least an hour had passed since she sat
down. An official took the man they had interviewed away. He left the door open
at another man’s request. Hoping she might hear the men she assumed would
decide her fate; she leaned forward in her chair, saw them pace back and forth,
and listened to their conversation.
“Too bad the grandmother died,” she heard the large man
say, his voice filled with what she prayed was sympathy for her plight.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Authors' Comment~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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