2009, June 27.

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Diary,

I'm losing it. We've been hiding in the mountain for a week now.

I can't feel anything, Toby's ribs are showing, and he's so weak that he can't walk properly. Emily isn't as loud and active as she used to be. Feeding her old baby food and scraps aren't helping. We're eating one meal a day; small, small meals. Toby's resting right now, and so is Emily.

I'm shivering nonstop. We've been conserving Toby's cellphone's battery for light at night but now it has finally reached 5%.

I want to go home. Take me home mother, take me home father.

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