Dear Diary,
My name is Maya i am a 10 years old and i am from Syria, but i don't live there anymore because my mummy and daddy said we had to go away as it was not safe anymore. I remember one night i was asleep with my little brother when i woke up to the sound of fireworks i was so excited i ran outside and went looking for the colorful lights in the sky, but the only colour i saw was red and grey. Out of nowhere i heard my mummy scream i ran back inside my house and nothing could prepare me for what i saw next.......
My little brother aywa lying on the stone cold floor not moving a muscle i look to my right everything was in ashes my mummy was cradling my brother like there was no tomorrow tears pouring out her innocent eyes. Who could be that horrible to hurt innocent people.
That day will follow me like a shadow for the rest of my life.
Right now i just lost a game of chess to my cheating best friend Lely she would of loved my little brother but hes gone to a better place.
Every so often i have to go to art therapy and "express" my emotions through drawing, but whenever i draw i just get memorys of the horrifc things that happened to be and my family.
Every so often i have to go to art therapy and "express" my emotions through drawing, but whenever i draw i just get memorys of the horrifc things that happened to be and my family.
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