Alina's+Paper

The Discovery of a new land and a new life This story begins in January of 1668 when my father, the priest at our local ministry, decided that he would be embarking on a journey to a new land. He thought that this new land would bring promise to our family and equality that we had been denied for oh so many years, and yet he was wrong. To the community my father was a beloved man, the kind that people trusted. Little did those people know that behind closed doors he was a monster. He would snarl and bluster around our small house making sure that no one went unscathed. We would all hide it because he was so loved by all in the community. They would never believe us that this perfect man could do so much destruction and be so evil to people of his own blood. My father’s ship embarked on February 1st of 1668; little did we know that that January would be a harbinger of what our lives will become. That month was the nadir of my life simply because of what he did to all of us and yet to the town he was a hero, the one who was intrepid enough to go and spread the faith and seek out the freedom that all of us Puritans have been denied. To my father we were all indolent and dormant. We all hoped that he would allow us to stay in England and go on with our lives without him; sadly this hope was not realized. He said that we were to come over to this new world in January of the following year, that way he could set up everything in this new world for us. The only way I got through that month of January was due to God. Even though he cursed me with this family he also blessed me with the strength to persevere through this. Admittedly I was questioning my faith because how could such a merciful and lovely God put such a foul creature, my father, on this earth and curse it to be stuck with him until the end of his days? The story of that faithful January will haunt me until I am finally able to join my creator in his magnificent heaven. That thought was the only thing that got me through those tough January days. The worst day was January 29th, my father decided that we all deserved some personal time with him. First he ordered everyone out except for my older brother, as we all left the house the door was slammed behind us and we heard the lever coming down closing my brother off from the rest of the world. As we sat there shivering in the cold all we heard was screaming and begging for all this to just stop but my father had no mercy. He beat my brother within an inch of his life that day and caused irreparable psychological damage to my older brother, he then did the same thing to all of my other siblings. Luckily by the time it was my turn he was tired, but not only did he plan on beating me, he also planned on exploiting me. That is why he chose me to go last you see; he knew that with me he was going to do the worst thing that he had ever done to any of his children. Luckily he had to leave the next day to get to the ship and to prepare for the year long journey, and it was also lucky that I did not need to see him for another two years. Before I go on I must tell you something, due to my father’s indiscretions the spawn of evil was born unto me. And appropriately I named him Mal, which is French for bad. I know I had no right to bring such evil into the world again and I never knew how someone could love such evil as my mother had, but once this boy was born on October 21st I fell in love for the first time. My mother and I planned a devilish scheme to try to keep him safe, so instead of telling my father that I was to have a baby she told him that she was going to mother his child, that way he would actually accept it as his own. I spent the rest of my year in England dreading what would become of me once I do reach this new world and am completely alone. We embarked to the beginning of the end of our lives on January 1, 1769; we reached the new world in November of 1769. The weather was cold and this barren wasteland seemed hopeless. The day that we arrived I stood on the deck looking out onto my new prison. And I look to my left and there is my father standing above all praising the very thing that he is against, standing above those who are so much more righteous than he is. At this point my heart sank and I was left to try to survive simply on the hope and strength that I have gleaned from my faith and from God simply because that is all I have left.