Titanic

             I stood there on that dock, watching him kiss the children goodbye and assuring them they would see him soon. I wasn't sure who needed the assurance more, them or me. I had a bad feeling about this, but I pushed it aside, hoping for the best. He stood up and looked at me, I could feel a small tear coming to my eye. He began to hug me and I didn't want to let go. We said our goodbyes, and our "I love you's". Then, I watched my husband walk towards that ship, waving goodbye. Little did I know, that this would be the last time I"d see him. .
             Samuel and I made the best of what we had. Times were getting rough, however. He had trouble finding work and putting food on the table for our three children wasn't an easy task anymore. I found a small job, but it was not enough to support our family. The Titanic was our only hope. We had managed to pull enough money together for one ticket. My husband would go to America in search of work and when he had enough money he would send for us. Until then, I continued working and providing as much as I could. .
             One day had passed since I said goodbye to my husband on that dock in Southampton. I worried a lot, as most wives would, but there was a lot of assurance in the air. "This was an unsinkable ship", or "Not God himself could sink this ship" people in the streets would say. Or was it?.
             The second day came. April 12, 1912. I started off my day as usual, heading to work for my normal hours. As I walked down our street, I will never forget the panic and sad stricken faces I saw. I looked around in search for some answers. I found it in a new paper a boy handed me. The headlines read: "Sunken Titanic". .
             I froze. My heart was racing, was he okay? Did he make it?.
             About another agonizing day had passed until I received word, My Samuel had not been one of the lucky few to make it through this horrible experience. Now, all I can think of is, could this have been prevented? Who is to blame?.