Dear diary,
We now live under a tin roof with no walls. Sally put it together to protect us from the rain and the sun but at night it's cold diary. So cold I want to cry.
I can hear Sally snore. She's been hating me a lot lately. She said I'm a burden.
Sometimes I wish mum would just appear and take me. They say she's in heaven and it's a better place. I want to be there with her diary.
Remember the province Sally told me about? I think we're going there soon. Now, I feel a little excited about the trees and the animals. Especially the ANIMALS!!
Goognight diary...
Elizabeth
