

Dear Diary
Along the side of the line, I looked back. A long line of people hustling forward, trying to get out of this nightmare. More bombs come, ruining and slashing our homes. Ash and smoke rain down upon us. I smelt the fear in people.
Lost without a home for now… our home was gone. Walking miles and miles for so long. Rocks filling my shoes with blisters forming as they terrorize me. Ditches, hedges, sleeping here fills me with pain. Huddling together as we sleep, the warmth of my father comforts me. As thoughts swirl around my head, one stands out from all of them,
“When will this ever end?” As I walked I saw many of the wounded crying out. All the scratches on my body are not the only pain that I feel. My Mother and Brother are the worst pain of them all.