THE LAST DIARY

DAY 9

DAY 9

Dear diary,

Today's journey to BaoGem's home was a complete disaster. First for starters I twisted my ankle on the way. It still hurts a lot. BaoGem was very helpful. He went to some buildings nearby in search of a trolley. He said many buildings have trolleys so that the tenants who finished their shopping can simply put their bags in it and carry them up to their houses. Dear god I was NOT aware of this. But then who cares that thing helped me. 

I traveled in a trolley. I don't remember the last time I did that. I think I was 6. Dad always rode the trolley for me. Then that place was taken by my brother. I didn't like it in the beginning but then I realized that if I was on foot then I could pick all my heart wanted. Wicked young me.

 And yes diary this trip and effort did not go to waste!!! We found someone. She is South African and her name is Enola. She is younger than me and BaoGem. She is 12. She was in the bathroom when she came out to find out that she was the only person left. She was very scared. I asked her something that had been troubling me since yesterday. I asked her why she had left home and the reason was the same as me and BaoGem. Enola had left home because she heard the main door to the building shut loudly. This cannot be a coincidence dear diary. How many might have left home the same way as us? I can only wonder. 

Anyways BaoGem seems happy to be home. He keeps on bragging on and on about his grandfather's watch. I insisted on BaoGem that we go and see Enola's house the first thing tomorrow. But he denied and said that I needed rest. Well I know that he is just making excuses to stay here. But I think it is ok. He deserves to stay here as long as he wants. And when he is ready we can all leave in search of the new person.

 And guess what diary I have made my very first decision and that is to trust BaoGem. He is nice. After the way he helped me today when my ankle twisted I think I had gotten my answer. But now I have a second decision to make and that is trusting Enola. I think I will have to be patient again.

Yours,Aria