I just continued to walk out of the lake and back to the grass next to the sandy part of the beach. I unrolled my towel as water was dripping down my ...egs. I thought nothing I was doing was wrong as I saw a guy wearing his underwear a few weeks ago where he went into the lake as well. I sat down on the towel and let the water drip off me. I looked around and a few were looking my way,but that was expected. I decided to lay down completely on the towel where I was starting to show a small bulge.. The door bell rings and I feel the excitement I felt sixteen years ago, innocent anticipation only a little child could have. The younger me bursts through the front door of the tiny apartment shouting an over-joyed greeting to…the paperboy. The child me is crestfallen, and I feel that inside all over again and seeing this scene replayed made me remember why things like this stuck with you through life. Seven years after this, and I’ve moved up north to a new suburban place and school leaving. She went over to her desk and unlocked a drawer and then gave me a book with all the capitals of the world in it.I said “Thank you Miss Smith” as I looked at it, she smiled at me, and I went to give her a hug. My arms slipped around her waist as her were wrapped around my back. Miss Smith was 55, 5’2” and dumpy in her small frame, and had been a teacher all her life never marrying as she loved her job too much.As we hugged a minute or so then I pulled apart and looked at her, it seemed the most. I look to Brighde. ‘Dawn.’ she murmurs. The thirteenth day. I hold my swollen stomach as another contraction hits. Brighde furrows her warm brow. ‘I see it!’ someone shouts in Gaelic. ‘New York!’ A cheer goes up, everyone talking and shouting and praying to their God in different languages. Soon, the ship stops, and men come in from ashore. They will not let us depart. They line everyone up, go around to each person checking out eyes, looking in our mouths, and feeling for a temperature..