Message in a Bottle :: essays papers

Message in a Bottle Rolling waves gently brushed upon the sand and nipped softly at my toes. I gazed out into the oblivion of blue hue that lay before me. I stared hopefully at sun-filled sky, but I couldn’t help but wonder how I was going to get through the day. Honestly, I never thought in a million years that my daughter and I would be homeless. Oh, how I yearned for our house in the suburbs. A pain wrenched at my heart when I was once reminded again of my beloved husband, Peter. I missed him so much and couldn’t help but ask God why he was taken from us. Living underneath Pier 14 was no life for Emily and me. I had to get us out of here and back on our feet. My stomach moaned angrily. I needed to somehow find food for us, but how? Suddenly, something slimy brushed up against my leg and pierced my thoughts. I jumped back and brushed the residue of sand of my legs. What was that? As my eyes skimmed the water in front of me, I noticed something spinning in the foam of the waves. Curi osity got the best of me and I went over to take a closer look. The object danced in the waves and eventually was coughed out onto the beach. â€Å"Emily!† I called to my eight-year-old daughter who was, at that time, infatuated with a seashell that she found earlier that day. â€Å"Come here and see this! Mommy found something.† Although I had no idea what that something was and I definitely didn’t know it would change my life forever. â€Å"What did you find, Mommy? Is it food?† Emily came running down from the pier to see my finding. â€Å"Oh honey,† I answered, sadly acknowledging my daughter’s hunger, â€Å" I wish it was. Actually, I’m not quite sure what it is. Help me clean it off, will you?† Emily and I began scrubbing the dilapidated, seaweed covered object in the warm waves of the Atlantic. â€Å"Wow, That’s not at all I expected.† I answered as I rolled an old bottle in the water. â€Å"At least we can get some money for this at the recycling center. Not much, but if we collect enough bottles we could get some lunch!† I looked hopelessly at the bottle.