My dear darling family
At last,I have finally got to my destination. The ship was rocking up and down like a see saw. The journey was far and tires. The essence was getting sucked out of me. The conditions were foul and inhumane. I could barley breathe, I was packed in tight. The smell was nauseating ; the odour of human bodies was putrid. As glad I was to be out of that place, something didn’t feel right.
By brooke