If I had known today would be the last day IâÂÂd ever see you, I would have made up for all the pain I had put you through over the past couple of years. We came to this country together, and promised each other that no matter what it took, we would somehow create a better life in this alien environment. Unlike me, you stayed true to that promise. While you worked at the shirtwaist factory earning less than you knew you should, I couldn’tâÂÂt hold on to a job for more than a week. I hated the fact that you were the breadwinner of the house. So, I would beat you, and remind you that your place was in the kitchen. But you were either just plain foolish, or so committed to the promise we made that you took the abuse without revolting and continued to support me.
With that in mind, I further proved my wickedness by packing your stuff while you were getting ready for work, and than kicked you out of the house this morning. Disregarding your emotions, I tried to forget you ever existed. Probably an hour later, as I was walking down the street, I saw dark gray smoke and people frantically rushing to what looked like the shirtwaist factory. I hurried over to the building with others as we watched the factory burn. We watched as many barely escaped the horror, and many more taking their chances to jump into nets. I cannot begin to describe how painful it was to watch workers jump and even burn to their deaths. However, amidst the crowd I could not find you.
Then, all of a sudden, there you were by the window sill, for no more for five seconds. It was like time stood still when I saw you jump out that window, and I helplessly watched you plunge to your death. I felt so powerless alongside the other people. With your death a part of me died. Your death led to the death of all the memories we had and the bright future we both dreamed of. IâÂÂm disgusted that I have realized after your death how grateful I am for all you had done for me. I regret telling you to get out of my life and to never show your face to me again.