(1) Diary Entry

In the dead of the night, 

while the stars shine bright,

I hear my mother’s voice 

with a lot of noise. 

“It’s time to pack up” my mother said,

her voice trembling non stop with dread. 

I packed my clothes with terror and fright, 

holding up my tears until daylight. 

I exited the door and entered the bus, 

people gossiping, making a fuss. 

Leaving our house which made me frown,

saying goodbye to our dearest home town.

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