Ramona bustled around the crowded streets of New York. She
had been here a week, and still she could not grow accustomed to the amount of
people that lived here. Where did they all come from? There did not seem to be
enough buildings to house all of them, yet still they came ever pushing and
shoving onto the busy street. Every time she stepped off the front steps of The Plaza, she felt as if she were taking a plunge into the sea, yet this
sea was made up of bright colors, and at times just as unforgiving as the
water.
Today, Ramona was sure she would make progress. She could
feel it in her bones. Her eyes fell to the address she had scribbled in haste.
Why was it she could never read her own handwriting? One Times Square, 1475 Broadway
was her destination. Ramona felt
the crowd jostle her to and fro as she made her way to Broadway. In no time she
was there. Standing in front of the New York Times building. The white stone
seemed to shine in the grime of the city. Putting her shoulders back, just as
her mother taught her, Ramona climbed the marble steps, hoping and praying she
would find her sister within these doors.
