Everyone was ordered to the deck to greet the last on coming guest. It was a solemn moment. No one cheered her on. All stood watching in disbelief. They had to watch another tearful good-bye.
The ship had been docked for only a few minutes. Adanna watched the girl say her good-byes to her father several times by kissing and hugging him. She saw the father whisper words of what could only be encouragement each time he pushed her onto the gangplank.
Adanna eyes began to swell up with thoughts of her father looking up at her from the dock. How frighten he looked, she remembered, when she beckoned him on board. Why didn’t he come and see what she wanted? What she needed? Her eyes became fixed on the two down below doing the dance of family bonding. Adanna closed her eyes to picture her father’s face. How strange she though, she had glanced upon his face so many times throughout her sixteen years, that now she could not picture his face.
The feeling of misery fell upon her. How could she forget what the man looked like? He was the only one taking care of her for all of these years. She opened her eyes to release the flood of tears.
The young lady on the dock had tried five times to walk up the gang blank, but each time she hurried back into her father’s arms. After whispering a few more words to each other, the girl pushes herself away from him and began waving her hand as if to say she was not going. Her father’s response was to stop her from acting out, but he could not.
The wait must have offended someone, the two guards who pushed Nahue, exited the ship. One had taken hold of the kicking and screaming girl, dragging her upon the ship with one bag. The other held a blade to the father’s heart, while he yelled. “I love you, baby. I love you.”
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