Dear Diary,
Dad and I are on this boat, I haven’t been on one before. People are rummaging through crowds. I feel the warmth of my dad’s arms as he holds me tight. Huge waves crash into the boat, gusts of wind blow my hair and screams of agony as people try to end it.
As we get closer land is near. Getting off, dad and I walk past a bakery shop. My empty stomach rumbles. Just looking at the food makes my mouth drool. I can imagine the sweet pastry melting in my mouth. The smell of peoples odour stuck on my clothing.
We sit down to rest, exhausted and starving. Dad’s holding me tight in his arms making me feel warm. Something is missing. My mom. Looking back at dad. I know he misses her, I do too.
As I try to fall asleep the sound of police sirens irritates me, keeping me awake. Glancing at my dad I can see how tired he is. Minutes go by fast, zoning out wishing I could go back to my old life. The amount of people on the streets, mothers begging for food to feed their children and peoples loved ones who they might have lost during the journey.
Walking past buildings, we come to a stop. A brown humongous house looms in front of us. Stepping onto the porch my dad looks at me with a guilty sad look. He gets down and gives me a tight warm hug. He gets back up with his yellow umbrella and walks away. As he walks he suddenly stops. He turns around and gives me a miserable look. He continues to walk away slowly disappearing into the distance.
