“Son, I think it's about time you get into the family business,” my dad said, “We both know that I'm getting older and I need someone to prolong the reign of the “Roman Empire.” “Dad, you know I don't agree with what our family does,” I said defiantly. “We'll talk about this later, but for right now let us celebrate the 16th birthday of my dear son, Alberto,” dad said. My dad, Carmine “The Roman” Falcone, was the leader of the Roman crime family. There is only one way to describe my father, large. He has white hair and three gash marks across his face from a knife fight with a rival gang. “With all the business talk going on, I almost lost my appetite,” my cousin Mario said eagerly. Mario is around 320 pounds and about as smart as a donkey.
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That day I was awoken by people screaming and crying. At first I thought the boat was sinking, but when I finally made it above deck I saw the most beautiful thing ever. The statue of liberty loomed in the sky like a goddess waiting to be praised. I almost started crying myself. Then we landed at the most difficult part of my journey, Ellis Island. This is where hundreds of thousands of immigrants passed through. Some made it, others were deported. I practically ran off the boat. I was met by immigrant officials wearing green uniforms. “Take your number and move along,” one of the officials yelled at me. He wasn't yelling at me in frustration, he was just trying to be heard over the noise. The noise was almost deafening. I took a second to look at the card he had giving me. It had the number 12 on it and I guessed that it was some type of identity number. Then I heard the most beautiful sound in the world. “Hot dogs here! Get your hot dogs here!” the vendor yelled to all the potential customers. I quickly looked up to locate the sound of the voice, but there was so many people there I could only trust my nose. The smell was enough to drive me crazy. I finally located the source of the smell. “One hot dog with relish and ketchup please,” I said licking my lips. “Here you go and enjoy your day,” the vendor said. I grabbed my suitcase and hot dog and started toward the door into
That day I was awoken by people screaming and crying. At first I thought the boat was sinking, but when I finally made it above deck I saw the most beautiful thing ever. The statue of liberty loomed in the sky like a goddess waiting to be praised. I almost started crying myself. Then we landed at the most difficult part of my journey, Ellis Island. This is where hundreds of thousands of immigrants passed through. Some made it, others were deported. I practically ran off the boat. I was met by immigrant officials wearing green uniforms. “Take your number and move along,” one of the officials yelled at me. He wasn't yelling at me in frustration, he was just trying to be heard over the noise. The noise was almost deafening. I took a second to look at the card he had giving me. It had the number 12 on it and I guessed that it was some type of identity number. Then I heard the most beautiful sound in the world. “Hot dogs here! Get your hot dogs here!” the vendor yelled to all the potential customers. I quickly looked up to locate the sound of the voice, but there was so many people there I could only trust my nose. The smell was enough to drive me crazy. I finally located the source of the smell. “One hot dog with relish and ketchup please,” I said licking my lips. “Here you go and enjoy your day,” the vendor said. I grabbed my suitcase and hot dog and started toward the door into