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Winnifred Bates Moving Out
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Winnifred Bates sat, hunched over on the old, worn out armchair that sat in the corner of her parents living room in their small home in Bedford, England. It was a cloudy day out and as she glanced ashamedly out the window, her mood was further dampened by the gloomy English weather. Her mother, Elizabeth, stood across the room from her and glared over her crossed arms. Her grey blue eyes piercing Winnifred’s resolve. The room felt tense around them proceeding the argument that had just taken place. “You can’t move out to Canada!” her mother shouted. Winnifred looked up at her mother with tears forming in the corner of her eyes. “You let brother go!” She shouted, “I’m going there to help him set up his homestead.” There was a
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“It’s not as if I’m the only person moving to Canada, There are plenty of people moving out there to purchase land and all sorts of other things.”
Elizabeth Bates, still in a state of shock that her daughter was moving out, slowly sat down in her chair and reached over for her teacup. Winnifred said nothing as her mother took a long sip of tea and softly placed the cup back on the saucer.
“I’m leaving now mother.” Winnifred stood and turned abruptly towards her suitcase. She couldn’t handle any more of this. She grabbed the handle of her case and picked it up before briskly walking past her mother, through the doorway into the hallway, and out the front door. Her mother listened to her fading footsteps as she walked down the driveway and out of the house, for the last time.
About an hour later Winnifred stood by the boat docks in a lineup of people waiting to board the boat to Canada. Her long white dress and dark hair blew in the wind and she was regretting not wearing another layer. She had extra clothes in her case of course but she wasn’t about to open it up and show everyone her entire wardrobe just to have a little extra protection from the wind. A light ocean spray misted the air and the smell of saltwater was

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