When I was a child, I was raised by my younger father, Edmund, and my older brothers Nigel. My mother left us many years ago. She and my father couldn't stand each other and spent most of their time bickering over such nonsense. It was never a surprise to me when my mother left us, because as I got older, I knew it was bound to happen one day. If I have to tell the truth, it never bothered me too much that my mother wasn't there, she was a crazy woman to say the least, she was never in love with anything, I remember her being very stubborn and distant. I never felt like a mother. Although the fighting stopped, my father fell ill, but not from such an illness, I prefer to believe that he was heartbroken. He expected my mother to make her journey home, while I thought she was wandering around, or rather finding a new and suitable life or family. My older brothers had asked me to go and plead for my mother, and for this I had laughed with laughter. his face. He was as stupid as my mother. He was absolutely ridiculous if I must say, such a naive man for his age. Didn't he realize that our mother didn't care about her children at all. I left home around eighteen, spent too much time in this sad place, no one bothered to notice me. I was a ghost in my own refuge. My father had fallen ill, this time not from grief for my mother, but from a high fever that struck him with an angry hand. I daresay he was better off dead, he wasn't really living a life anyway. Should I tell you what happened to my naive brothers? Well, I'll tell you anyway. He had married a beautiful woman, perhaps too beautiful for him. ...... middle of paper ...... and others claiming that they knew the ship was strong and firm underwater, this reassured me, calming my rather worried nerves. There was a large iron screw brought by passengers from Holland, which would lift the beam into place. The carpenter and master claimed that with a post placed underneath, firmly fixed into the lower deck, he would make it sufficient. If we didn't put too much pressure on the ship with the sails, we thought there would be no more danger, so we committed ourselves to God's will and decided to move forward. I was ready to see this new world, its importance to me was that my life would have a new beginning. Even though I may face many difficulties, I do not dare to let myself be frightened. I was neither like my mother nor my brothers. I Jackson Edmund Finnigan was not a coward. Works Cited by Plymouth Plantation William Bradford