The End

Dear Diary,

It’s about 12 am and we have been walking for hours. We are taking a short break. I have never felt so weak and defenseless in my life. It’s so hard to put on foot in front of the other. And to think, I have to do that a billion more times. But, it’ll be worth it. When we get there we’ll be safe. I know it’s crazy to think that everything will magically fall into place once we, illegal immigrants mind you, reach Canada. But, anything will be better than this. Got to go, we’ve got to start walking again.

8:37 pm. That’s the time we reached Canada. That’s the time everything went wrong. Once we reach the boarder, the officers there realized we didn’t have passports. We were thrown into jail. Now, the jail thing isn’t that bad really. I have a bed, and 3 guaranteed meals everyday. What’s bad is that we got separated. My dad and Mr. Petersburg got sent to a jail for males. My mom and my sister got sent to a female jail. And I  got sent to a juvenile detention center. I don’t know what’s going to happen. I don’t know how to cope with this. Everything I’ve been through, I got through with the help of my family (Mr. Petersburg included). Now what am I supposed to do?!?!? I know that prayer is the answer, but I can’t keep these thoughts out of my head 24/7.

It’s been a 23 days since I was allowed to write in you. I feel like I should start here since what I have to say is a continuation of what happened weeks ago. I was in the juvenile detention center until 1 day ago, which was yesterday. My time there was awful. The teens there were HUGE! None of them smiled. I don’t think I heard a single laugh. Anyway, fights happened all the time and I never felt safe. You know how some people say that they don’t belong somewhere. Well, that’s how I felt. I couldn’t relate to anyone on any level.

Thankfully my parents, sister, and Mr. Petersburg were released 4 days after they were arrested because they were adults. But, they had a hard time getting them to release me. I mean, what good was I to them? I didn’t even commit a crime. But long story short, we were all reunited.

I think I’m ready to close this part of my life and start a new. So, I don’t think I’m going to write in you anymore. We’ve had some good times together.

Goodbye.