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Alba García 1 º B My Father Missing

March 15, 1977
Hello.
This is a story that happened for at least 30 years. My father was a farmer, lived on a farm that belonged to my mother. She was devoted to pottery, sculptures, etc., Mud. At that time I was 5 years old and generally helped my parents all I could, because in those days there was not much money and we could only feed on what gave us the harvest and livestock.
One day came an important point: there was a plague of insects that ate everything. So my father had to go to work in another country because the harvest and cattle were no longer due to this pest. I still remember it like it was yesterday, was the May 1, 1977. In the dock were two very large ships were ready to go to another country. My father at this time still did not know if he left to enter this country, because for these people was an immigrant.
at that age I still did not understand what happened. My mother told me he left for work issues and I was hiding who really was to keep our family. When I was 8 years word spread that the boat number two, which my father had left that day, was wrecked.
According to my mother, was on board two, said she had a small hand luggage, which had clothes for a week and half the money we had. I remember seeing almost all the men of the people assembled on these boats were so many that looked like a legion. Said goodbye with a tear in the face of their families. Before he left, my father gave me a bracelet that had a red bell and the colored balls around and I whispered: Take good care of your mother. And I looked into his eyes and promised he would.
When I got older I decided to go sailing in search of the lost ship where he is supposed to be my dear father died. Although my mother did not like that idea at all, it could stop me.

May 1, 1998


My mother died before I left his inheritance. With this money I decided to venture out and leave this country in search of a better future. I do not mind working sailors, cook, farmer or babysitter. The most important thing for me is finding this boat one day and know number two what and where it sank.

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