Dear diary
I just woke up on the boat to the screams of the families that have lost their children to sickness and hunger. Smelling the cold salty water of the sea and the odours from different people that are on the boat. The only thing that is keeping me warm is my dads body as he hugged me tightly. I felt his warmth and love.
After a few more excruciatingly painful nights full of horror and sadness we got off the death-filled boat. We found a cosy place on the street to beg people for some spare change. It was freezing out there but once again my dad kept me warm and safe. When we finished hopelessly begging we went for a walk. While we walked I saw a store selling baked goods. All I could do was stare in awe as I sadly watched families walk in and out with food while my stomach rumbled in hunger. My dad heard my stomach and looked down at the ground with a shameful and disappointed look knowing he couldn’t satisfy my deep hunger.
We walked down a creepy street, my dads bright yellow umbrella keeping us from getting wet. Instead of walking in the middle of the road we moved to the footpath slowing down in front of a two story building. My dad walked me up the stairs at the top of the stairs. My dad got down on one knee and kissed my forehead with a sad and hopeless look on his face. He picked up his umbrella and walked back down the stairs walking away without me. With loneliness in my heart, I knocked on the door waiting for someone to open it.