Dear diary
Slowly stepping out of my bed, helping my dad pack for the long journey. Eating my breakfast as fast as I can. Zooming out of the door full of excitement not noticing the mud the rain had created. I opened my eyes to see the Apartments, near our homes, burst into flames, hit by a bomb. We walked until we reached a gate surrounded by people. Finally I arrived feeling tears of joy roll down my cheeks. I ran towards the boat, hopping on to the side, with only a yellow umbrella. The boat shifted With the waves. A mercyful wail hits my ears as we reach land. I was finally here. I was able to walk again. With dad standing side by side, warmth took over.
We slept on the street, had nothing to eat, only water to drink. My eyes saw a bakery nearby. I stumbled towards the bakery. My saliva is ready to conquer my mouth. My dad walked me home. I wondered, “what is this?” Dad just closed his yellow umbrella,tied a scarf around my neck. Giving a soft hug reminded me of his warmth and love. Dad walked away with a sad look, giving a final glance, opening his umbrella and walking away.
