There comes a time in your life when everything seems to fall into place. That dream you have been working hard to achieve, but my dream turned into a nightmare.
My name is Bobby Snow, and my story begins a couple of years ago;
a week before my 30th birthday to be exact. I was born in the bustling, cold lonely
city of New York. The Big Apple, whose slogan is if you make it here, you can
make it anywhere. I was starting to feel like the pit from that rotted apple
because my goal to live under the bright sun-palmed sky of Miami, Florida by
the time I was 30 seemed to be eluding me day by day. Once a week, I wake up
early and head down to the travel agency to see if there are any cheap flights
going to Florida. Earlier today was no exception. A great sadness came over me
as I was staring intensely at the travel agency’s glass door with the posters
of sunny Florida for $125.00 on American Airlines. The American Airline
plane flying over the sunny shore representing the American dreams flying away
from me.
Maria, the
travel agent, taps on the glass window and signals me to enter. I am halfway
through the door when Maria happily calls out, “Bobby, thank God you came
today. I've been trying to call you for the last couple of days, but I kept
getting a recording that your number is disconnected.”
"Yeah,"
I sadly reply, “I couldn’t afford to keep the cell phone on anymore."
“We have a
special sale on Spirit Airlines,” Maria says. “$20.21 going to Florida.”
“$20.21?"
I question her, not believing what I had just heard.
“Yes, but the
sale only lasts till tomorrow,” she says.
I knew it was
too good to be true. Taking my wallet out, I happily notice that I have $44.
The last of the money I have left till payday. How do I tell Isabella that I am
leaving for Florida the day after my birthday? If I want my dream to come true,
I have to sacrifice something important or precious to stimulate my growth. I
have to tell her.....she deserves it.
"Bobby?.....BOBBY!!"
The voice of
my high school sweetheart, Isabella, snaps me out of my deep thoughts. We are
having dinner at Johnny's Pizzeria. She scrunches her eyebrows together and
asks, “Bobby, is everything ok? You zoned out on me again. You've been picking
at that slice of pizza for the last 5 minutes.”
Whenever Isabella scrunches her eyebrows together it means that
she is worried or concerned about me.
“If you keep scrunching your eyebrows together like that you are
going to give yourself wrinkles,” I respond.
“I wouldn’t get wrinkles if I weren’t worried about you all the
time," she laughs. "So, what is it now?"
I let out a deep sigh. “You know what it is,” I muttered, while
picking pieces of pepperoni off my pizza and popping them into my mouth.
“You should be happy, next week will be your birthday. The Big
Three Oh…. you still have time to follow your dreams. It’s not as if the world
is going to end when you become 30,” she says.
I angrily replied, “I know that it won’t end, but it feels like
that to me. You know I love you. I would love nothing better than for us to
live together, but I live in a one-bedroom roach infested apartment in the
Bronx project complex. There is always something going on at that building. The
elevator’s constantly breaking down. The stairwells and hallways full of
garbage thrown all over the place. Vicious drugged-out gang members hiding
about waiting to paint the white walls crimson red from the blood of their
latest victim. Puddles of animal urine or feces you must side-step or jump over
to get to the other side.”
I am temporarily distracted by a commercial on the pizzeria's
television. It's a Spirit Airlines ad, offering discount flights to Florida.
The images of palm trees and beaches bring me a very brief glimmer of hope
before the commercial ends, and I am pulled back into reality.
“There is nothing here for me. I am stuck in a dead-end job, washing
dishes, and delivering food at Wang’s Chinese takeout. I cannot find any other
job out here. No one is hiring. I have two years of college. I worked hard to
get a college degree. I also have certificates in Hotel Management and Computer
Science. They are worthless as the paper they are written on. I have sent
countless resumes out and I still cannot get a decent job. I love you, ‘Bel,
but I can’t even take you out to a decent place.”
Isabella reaches out for my hand, as I push the half-eaten slice
away in disgust.
“You deserve better than having pizza for dinner," I say,
while standing up. “I’ll be back, I’m going to go wash my face. “
Tears flowed down my face as I stared at my miserable reflection
in the bathroom mirror. What new disappointments will the future bring? How
long will Isabella stand being with a loser like me? Washing the shame off my
face, I do not know how I will do this.
Returning to the table, Isabella stares at me as a blue envelope
sits on the table waiting for me. “What’s this?” I ask her.
“It’s an early birthday gift. Maybe it will cheer you up,"
she says to me, with a devilish smile on her face.
The card shows a big bear throwing a ball at his son, who is
holding a bat which reads “Happy Birthday, Daddy". Then a picture falls
out of the card showing the sonogram image of a baby.
“That is an image of your son.... our son.” Isabella smiles at me.
“Surprise! I am pregnant. I’ve known for a while but have not found a right
time or way to tell you till now.”
Instead of feeling happy, I felt as if the rug had been pulled
from under me. Another obstacle to my future. I love Isabella, but what kind of
life can I give her and the baby?
“Isabella," I say. "This is it. I cannot do this
anymore. We are through. I have nothing left to give. How do you expect me to
take care of you and the baby if I can’t even take care of myself? I am leaving
New York to try to make it in Florida. I bought the plane ticket today.”
“You do not have to sacrifice everything to achieve your goal!”
yells Isabella, as tears fall down her face.
"I am
just trying to save you from making a mistake that you will regret in the long
run," I shot back. "I do not want you and our son to suffer like I
did."
“Well, I hope you find all that you are searching for!” Isabella
screams, before storming out of the pizzeria.
Another travel ad about Florida pops up on the TV. "It's going
to be worth it," I say to myself. "It has to be...."
The next day there is a knock on my door.
“Hello, are you Mr. Snow,” said a pale mousy looking man.
Not really in the mood for company, I ask, "What do you want?"
“I am Mr. Gilbert; I am the lawyer to your grandmother,
Katerina," he says. “I have some bad news. She died of a heart attack. As
heir to her estate you need to come to my office to sign some papers and
discuss your inheritance.”
“I think you are mistaken. I do not know anyone named Katerina,” I
mutter.
“She is your father’s mother," he continued. "Your
mother loved your father, but your father left her pregnant. He thought that he
could find a better future in Florida. He died there broke and alone. Your
grandmother tried to contact you, but your mother prohibited her from seeing
you. Believe me, she tried. “
Mr. Gilbert hands me a stack of letters with the words
"return to sender" written on them in my mother’s handwriting. “She
tried to write to you, but your mother kept sending the letters back. There is
more we need to discuss, so how does three o’clock tomorrow sound?”
"Sure,” I respond. “I will see you then.”
After hours of reading my grandmother’s letters, I started to tear
up as I realized that my father had a dream. Just like I have mine. He went
after his dream but failed. I know that I will go after mine and succeed. I must
succeed for Isabella, for our child but mostly for myself.
The next day I head to Mr. Gilbert’s office with a new hope for
the future.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Snow," he says. "As I told you
yesterday, you are the sole heir to your grandmother’s estate. She left you
$100,000 dollars. I need you to sign these papers so I can release the funds to
you." I fill out the forms and have Isabella and my unborn son as the
beneficiaries if something were to happen to me. I rise to leave when Mr.
Gilbert hands me an envelope. “This is for you also. I don’t know what it says,
but I hope it answers any questions you may have.”
I dash home, barely able to contain myself, both in anticipation
and fear of what the letter might say. I run up the stairs, skipping steps as I
go up. I burst through my door, not even bothering to close it behind me before
plopping down on my worn-out couch. Tearing open the envelope, I pull out the
letter. I close my eyes and take what seemed like the deepest breath I will
ever take, and then I read:
"Dear Son,
I hope that you are well. I know that if you are reading this
letter, then I am dead and gone. I wrote this letter to let you know that I did
not leave for Florida to run away from my responsibilities to you. I left
because I love you and your mother, and I wanted a better future for us. It is
hard here in Florida. No friends nor family. I am trying the best in this life
to give you something. To give your mother something. I will sacrifice anything
for you, but I had to leave to find something. I had nothing to give you or
offer you had I stayed in New York. I love you and hope your life turns out
better than mine.
Love your dad, Robert Snow."
Tears roll down my eyes, as the letter falls out of my hands. He
was just like me, looking for a better future; a way to improve our situation,
but instead he found that there was nothing out there for him. No future. No
hope. As my grandma wrote in her letters, he went from one dead end job to
another, trying to help. The little money he could spare, he sent to us. Mom
rejected any of his help, but grandma ever the wise woman, invested it in the
stock market and placed all the money in the bank.
I grab a small pad and write a small letter to Isabella:
"Bel, always know that I love you. You and our son deserve a
better future. Turns out Florida is no longer an option for me. With New York
killing me day by day, I may as well finish the job. I am no use to either of
you alive anyway. The letter my father left me will explain everything. I am
sorry. I love you."
I grab the gun I had bought for protection and place it at my
temple, slowly pulling the trigger.
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