Dear diary
Things are really tough. Every night I hear the screams of the people above being taken. I hear the rattling of the car on the street over head, but worst of all I hear Maga every night and everyday cough and sneeze. Mama said that she was getting sick,and nothing is worse than being 79, living in a sewer, and sick. we can't get food, or get meds to make Maga better. Mama said we will have to wait it out. I hope she will be okay. Well that's all for now.
