The soft breeze blew my hair back. The fresh autumn feel and the excitement within me sent a shiver down my back. I could smell the salty ocean. I was standing atop the hill in front on my house over looking the ocean. My breath formed little clouds as I breathed out warm air. I watched as down below the sailors unloaded cargo where the ships docked. The tide was high and kept spraying them slightly with the ocean water. I grew impatient and turned and sprinted back up to the house. Mother sat on the porch with Christina sipping her Indian Spice Tea from our cellar. She smiled as she saw me dashing to her. “Mother!” I cried. “When will Father’s ship be here? I’ve been waiting on the hillside since dawn! My feet cant take and more.” “Hush
