The Help

Dear Diary,

Today, we met my fathers friend who will help hide us in Orgon. His name is Mr. Petersburg. In all honesty, I never expected thhe person who is saving our lives to look so... ordinary. Mr. Petersburg is a averaged height fellow with curly brown hair and big glasses. He's not hard on the eyes, but he doesn't exactly stand out either. He has a little bit more muscle than the average man with a kind, but he's very soft spoken.

Anyway, Mr. Petersburg took us into his home (which is huge). He's letting us stay in his basement. From the outside his house look like it has three stories: the main floor, the second floor, and the third floor. But, the builders of this house started building it underground. It was a small space, not that I'm complaining, because it obviously was supposed to stay hidden.

I'm happy that my family is together and safe, but I'm not going to lie. I wish we could go home. I wish we didn't have to be cooped up in this tiny space 24/7. I'm so grateful to Mr. Petersburg. I owe the man my life. But, I can't help but think about how it was when I didn't have to rely on a stranger to do the simplest of things such as live.