I couldn’t sleep. I could feel myself burning up. I was hot and crammed and pain was shooting through my back as I was trying to find a comfortable way to lie down on the uncomfortable floors. I quickly ran to the edge of the boat and vomited out the remains of the little scraps of food I had to eat the night before, like every other morning since we got on this boat, making me skinnier and skinnier each day. Weakly I crept back under my thin, old blanket and fell into a deep sleep. I never woke up. I am okay now. I have no worries, except for my family.
I fell like an animal, trapped, nobody can get in or out. We are all disease ridden and im still worried sick about my family mainly my daddy haven't seen him for a while...
I have found my father his skeletal figure was found festering on the camp wall. im upset. But im a fighter one day I dream of going home. But that is to much of a fantasy. at least this place is safer than home or what we all used to call home.
