During the night, we could hear fighting downstairs and in the parking lot below. There was a lot of noise from the barroom downstairs. We were very hungry but we had no money to go into the dining room. One was for the boys and one for the girls. It was getting dark when we got off the train and went to a hotel. I pulled one out and poured some water in it, but it tasted funny. Beside it is a metal thing on the wall that holds small pointy-bottomed paper cups. There’s a small water fountain by the toilet door. As the afternoon wore on, I wanted to go home already! There were eight of us sitting together now, all going to the same place. That’s when I noticed that I had written in my diary that I think this train should be called The Train of Tears. When the sun began to set, I was ready to turn around and go back home. There were two boys across from me who were laughing and teasing each other, clearly enjoying the trip. She put a hand on my head and over my chest.Īt every stop, there were many mothers standing at the station, crying, as more kids got on the train. She told me to be a good girl and to be strong. Grandma walked with me to the train station. This is all I remember about what I’d written in my diary yesterday. I’m writing in very small letters, with the lines close together, because I realize that I can’t just write like I normally do if I am going to always hide it. I am going to hide it with me all the time. I was given this notebook and pencils for school, so I am going to start another diary in this notebook. I had a lot of stuff written in there that I thought would give me some comfort over the year. It was blue and it even had a shiny gold lock on it, and tiny little keys.
They took my diary too, the one Grandma gave me for my birthday.
I had stones from home and some feathers that Grandma gave me. I have nothing of the things I had packed in the small suitcase Grandma gave me. They took everything away when I arrived here.
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