Evacuation

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My mother never took much interest in me. I am an only child and she seemed to think of me as a nusance.

I was brought up in Belfast, since I was born in 1930. I have few memories of my father because he devorsed my mother soon after I was born and had little to do with us after that. I can't say that I was not loved because I know that somewhere inside my mother there must be some love for me, it's just that I've never felt it much.

 So when the Nazis started bombing Belfast, recently and some bombs landed in our local area, my school aranged an evacuation programme and my mother immediately signed me up for it. She said that it was for my own good and that I would thank her some day. I didn't get much say on the matter, once my mother has her mind set on something, you can rarely change it. I tried to persuade her to rethink and not send me off on my own but my efforts availed to nothing, she stood her ground. 

Monday

It's been three days since I was registered and I am set to leave on Saturday. There is some good news, two of my friends will be leaving on the same day as me. They are called .Olivia and Florence and we have been friends since Primary 3 in our school and we have now started secondary school together. About about a fifth of our class will be joining us. This means that we will be going to the same place, which is a relief!

Today we were told that we will be being evacuated to Fermanagh, the only time I've ever heard of Fermanagh is the F in FAT LAD (an acrenim for the counties in Northern Ireland). But during break time Olivia, Florence and I looked at the map and worked out that it is in the West.

Tuesday

In case you are wondering, I have started this diary because I want to keep track of how awful my stay in Fermanagh will be because I want to prove to my mother that I should move back to Belfast as soon as possible. But for now I'll have to go along with the plan and give it a go because one thing's for sure, my mother will not give in if I haven't even tried.

I am reluctant to go because I don't want to live with strangers and maybe in a tiny corner of my heart (if hearts can have corners) maybe I do sort of want to stay with my mum in our cosy, small city house.