I wrote this letter as if I were my great-great-grandfather Petro. While the letter is fictional, his trip from Italy to America is true.

Dear Diary,
My name is Petro Dormio. I am writing now in Italy while awaiting the permission of my family to go to America. Even though I am a grown man of 23, sitting here, waiting in my living room, I feel like a child. Not that my childhood was gloomy or anything. I have a beautiful mother named Maria Giuseppe Lovecchio and a strong father named Cesare Dormio. They are wonderful parents. Most of my family lives in Italy, yet I do not have any brothers or sisters.
Oh, they keep opening and closing the kitchen door. This is making me even more anxious than I was before. I can tell you it is a hard decision for them to make. They do not want me to go. Things will change for them in Italy without me. When I get to America, things will definitely change for me. I will be alone in a new and strange place. I am beginning to rethink my decision to go to America. No! I have plenty of good reasons to go. It’s a new beginning for me. There will also be plenty of jobs there that they do not have in Italy. In America, I hope to find the opera music that I’ve grown to love. I’m expecting a lot in America and I hope to see if America will come through. Hope is all I can do. My trip from Naples to the port of New York is all I can think of.
The kitchen door is now open and my parents are calling for me. As we say in Italy, ciao!
Petro