The Immigrant: A Short Story

The cold breeze blew as the opaline snow fell gracefully to the ground just like falling leaves in autumn. Then a gust of wind threw everything out of order- the snow went in the direction of the wind because it had to. Life in the city still went on though- honking cars, bustling crowds, and the mouthwatering aroma of cooking food coming from restaurants. A gust of wind threw the snowflakes out of order, but for everything on this planet there is an opposing and stronger force for it. Sometimes we forget that- that there is something bigger, better, and smarter than us. That, in worst case scenario, can wipe us out. Forever. On the contrary, we tend to erase those thoughts from our mind and go on with our daily lives. There was one man, though, …show more content…
Grandpa looked around at the tropical surroundings. Nothing like this had he ever seen before. The misty, damp air surprised him as he got off the plane. The runway itself was surrounded by rare and exotic trees and flowers. “A nature-lover’s paradise,” he thought. Mary and Patrick followed along behind him quietly; they didn’t quite understand why Daddy had taken them here. Grandpa quickly followed the instructions in Immigration and Customs and then he was allotted a small apartment in the first-residents section. Unlike the scenery seen when he landed, the rows and rows of white buildings went on and on till he could see no more. The endless rows of white apartments made feel as if I was looking through a black and white lens. It seemed that the land in the middle of the island had been totally cleared off and was surrounded with a deep, extensive rainforest that confined the living quarters to prevent escape. No human till date had ever been through the thick, bushy plethora of undergrowth and streaming swamps that fenced the island in. The blustery wind shook the trees and made the leaves in the soaking, damp trees shake off the water. There were no schools around, either children were homeschooled or were sent to the neighbor's house to learn for a small fee. Ms. Elmwood, their neighbor, seemed like a nice old lady but her sign at the front said she was put here because she had killed children while teaching Pre-K in a school in North Dakota. “It probably will be better if I teach my children till I find something to do,” thought Grandpa. The island here had no government, every one was expected to do their own thing in order to prevent a dictatorship. They were expected to work, but they weren’t paid. They had to work in order to provide basic necessities to their family- farming, construction for food and shelter. Lucky was Grandpa, who was well versed in farming and knew how to build log houses from his days living in the