Day 24

Dear Diary,

The journey to Australia is not so good. Omar had been throwing up. We are now starving. I am missing Dad an Mum. Two sailors are distributing noodle soup. I am worried that the sailor would not give Bibi a proper serving. If we do not reach our tins out enough, he would pull us closer by grabbing the arms. One girl asked for more food, the sailor shout at her. She protested. Bibi spoke up for her. The girl then advised Bibi not to. The girl glanced at him.

At this point of time, I liked the girl already.