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All Family is A Gift From God!

Being part of a family is a gift from God, with laughter, love and appreciation we have for each other.  Families are sometimes dysfunctional but the loyalty we have within each other will never stop and the bond will never end.

Loyalty and Trustworthiness is an important value in my family, it is also shown in many different ways with unconditional love.  Loyalty and trustworthiness is about people who stay true to you behind your back. I am always down with you whether you are right or wrong, but I will always be truthful to you and tell you when you are wrong so I can help you get it right. My sister in-law said that she will stay committed to the family and she kept her word.

We have love and respect for each other even when things do not turn out right the first time. House rules in my family help us all be thankful and know that we are loved one by getting hugs and kisses during bad times. Respecting others, defines loyalty and trustworthiness. Respecting others also helps set a good impression of yourself for others.

No family is perfect, we all come in different shapes and sizes. The bond all families have is not one that is perfect, but with respect and love it does come close.

“More Splendid than Silver, rarer than Rubies and Greater than Gold"!

I woke up to the sound of gunshots and screams of innocent individuals. A black smoke cloud hovering above my village as female citizens catch pieces of paper that were flying across the sky, while the sound of kids crying also floats through the air.

As I'm gazing ahead, my father gripped onto an Iron box with a dusty, old book that was ripped with pages torn. He said the book was more splendid than rubies & greater than gold. It was about our people and how they lived. As we leave the village, I stop & look for my friends as if they are behind me. I decide to look back but can barely see anything through the smoke hovering below the clouds. I haven’t seen my mum since the bombings. I suddenly felt dejected, burst into tears worrying about her. Knowing my mother, she  is strong and independent, I know for sure that she is safe wherever she is. 

Leaving the village felt different because it was my home town,  where I was brought up. As we headed towards the forest to find a place to stay, we decided to sleep on the side of the road for one night. We were all exhausted from the long walk. We were laying on hard rocks and I felt cold and tired. My back was aching, all the rocks were sticking to me and pressing to my spine.

We found an old, cold mouldy shed to stay in.  my father wasn’t feeling well. It was dusty, filled with cobwebs &  a weird smell. We had no choice but to stay in for the night. I held my father’s hands with fear & tears running down my face. I could feel the weakness in his body, his voice changing  and the face of my father becoming cold. I had a feeling in my gut that a day like this will come where my father will leave me.

Its my father burial day. My father was wrapped up in an old white cloth that was found  from the shed. The villagers lowered my father down to his grave, I was depressed and had no words to explain how much my father meant to me. He was the only person who was beside me  at all times when my mother wasn’t here when I needed her the most. I’m speechless and miserable that I can’t see my father’s face again, hold his hands, and laugh with him. He is resting in a better place now.  I know that my father is watching over me every step of the way.

I had to continue on with my life. The treasure box is all I have with me & the villagers told me to leave it behind because  “we have a long way to go.” I left my suitcase behind, the Iron box is more important & precious. I went past a Linden tree I stopped and thought about the Treasure Box and how much responsibility I have to take to look after it. My fingers were so sore, I had no other choice but to dig it under the tree where it would be more safe. 

As I grew older I became more mature. I decided to go back and find the treasure box where I could put it back into the library where both young and old can read the stories about our people. I found a girl playing in the park with a golden retriever, so I asked her to help me dig up the treasure. My heart dropped as she said “ew it’s just a book”, I sound just like my father at that moment saying “more splendid than silver, rarer than rubies and greater than gold.”  I read the book to her and she became more and more curious about our history.

 I decided to put the treasured book back  into the library where both big and small children could read it.

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My Dairy Entry - Treasure Box

                                    Diary Entry

Father is sick

As my father and I lay in the old cold mouldy shed, I held his warm hands with tears and fear running down my face. I could feel the weakness in him. His face is cold and is very sick. I had a bad feeling in my gut that a day like this will come where my father is sick and will be leaving me real soon.

The Burial Day

As i'm standing, looking at the mans lowering my father down to his grave, I felt exhausted from digging up a whole to lay him in peace.

I’m speechless and dejected that I can’t see my father again but he’s resting in a better place now.

As I’m walking away, I can feel dust everywhere, covering up my clothes, I can feel the warmth of my father’s hands wrapping around me. I may not see him, but I know he’s with me every step on the way.

Will our lives ever be the same again?

As I looked back I could see people escape from their village as fast as they could or they will get trapped in with the smoke and gas all over the ground.

I could sense the smell of burnt trees, could also smell smokes with gas leaks covering up the village and people trying to escape.

I feel so frighten that the soldiers are doing such a thing and bombing the village, but I'm also shocked and this is the first time this has ever happened. I don't know what made them wanting to hurt us.

I could hear and see kids crying :( screaming '' I want my mummy and daddy".  I could also hear the shooting, and the voices of parents asking for help !. I burst into tears, when I saw kids lying on the ground, it got me so frighten and upset that I made sure the my brother was safe beside me. As we headed towards  the forest to find a place to stay after everything that has been happening for the past few days, we decided to sleep on the side of the road for one night because we were all exhausted from the long walk. We were laying on hard rocks and I felt cold and it was hard. My back was aching, all the rocks were sticking to me and pressing to my spine.

As I woke up to silence, I was glad that we were away from the violence and bombing that happened but I also needed to think about where would my brother and I would start our new journey. We had a discussion and decided to move to the nearest village. I had a bad feeling in my gut about moving on because I have to make new friends, don't know who to trust and I don't know if they will be friendly or not. I felt home sick not being able to see my parent's and relatives anymore.

Will our lives ever be the same?