Dear Nellie,
We took off on the last day of February. Packed up our belongings, and left our camp site. We won't stop until we get there and we're exhausted out of our minds, our eyebrows are frozen to our foreheads and it hurts to move.
Liam grasped my hand in his as we trekked with Rosie. We try to keep the lovey dovey stuff to a minimum. The least thing she needs to be is scarred for life... even though she already has seen too many horrifying things for her age.
The snow isn't as bad as before, and it's slowly getting warmer. Mind you, the weather is always cold, but a little bit warmer is always a good thing.
Rosie likes to sing old Disney songs, like Colors of the Wind. Her little voice is so beautiful and even though she's so young, she can really hit those high notes. She makes me smile everyday.
I've forgiven you for your pregnancy thing by the way. It's done. I've stopped thinking about it. I don't really care anymore, since we are trying to survive here. It's slightly more important, right?
Anyway, we are extremely close to the border right now. We can see the city as we trudge through the many feet of snow. Liam has been slightly quieter lately, but he started talking non stop once we could see the huge barrier in the dark distance ahead of us. I don't think I've ever seen him happier, so full of life. I laugh and kiss him when he takes a moment to breathe.
Oh, I'm struggling to write this right now, so sorry. I'm kind of walking and writing at the same time, using Liam's back (oh such a sweet boy, I know). I apologize for the scribbly hand writing.
There is a large barrier ahead, as a was saying. It's huge, just huge. It's black and heavily guarded, so I'm worried. It reminds me of the Berlin wall after world war 2. History does have a way of repeating itself. It's kind of surprising, I thought it would be wide open and welcoming to any other refugees. But then again, they don't want invaders to be attacked like the US. You can't really blame them for their drastic measures, but what if they won't let us in? What are we going to do then? What if they try to kill us?
Dear God, Nel, I'm so scared.
Be our guardian angel,
Kal
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