As the ship swayed, my stomach churned. I had massive sea sickness. “Why did we have go by ship. Couldn’t we’ve gone by plane?” I groaned. “You know we don’t have the money,” Dad explained. I steadied myself and limped to my cabin. I looked the frame of my mom. When she was here, everything was fine. A tear rolled down the side of the frame. I wish Dad died instead of her. “BANG!” I rushed to the deck and onto a lifeboat. Dad was drowning! His last screams was the last I heard of him. I love you Dad.