MY JOURNEY - by Tiarna
When I was 9 years old I had to leave my country. My name is Tiarna and this is my story.
It was a dark and stormy night when we heard the bombs; the war was getting close to us. My mum and dad said it is time for us to leave. Dad told us to pack our bags with our precious things and we might not come back. My sister and I rushed to our room, scared and confused ‘’where are we gonna go?’’ but we did what we were told and packed our bags. We could tell that dad was very serious.
I grabbed my bag and put in warm clothes, paper pen and rubber, some of my little toys, some snacks, headphones, my ipad, and a pillow. Now my bag is full. Mum comes in and tells us to get warm clothes on.
Dad came in and said ‘’quick it's time to go’’ I felt very nervous. We started walking in the night. It was cold and scary. I held on to my mum's hand because it made me safe. We walked all night. I was very tired. My sister was crying because she was confused.
We walked until we found a boat, there were lots of people. My family hoped that on the boat. I felt safe. We arrived in a new country. We had to go to a refugee camp. The camp was very crowded. The people took us to a tent and said ‘’you can stay here until you find a country to go too.’’
We stayed in the refugee camp for weeks and weeks and weeks. It was crowded and cold and boring. My family was pretty sad in the refugee camp. Then one day mum and dad said ‘’we are going to a new county’’ and we needed to pack our stuff again. I was pretty excited. My sister jumped up and clapped her hands.
My family and lots of other families moved to a place called New Zealand. i had not heard of new zealand before but mum said it was safe. Now we are here living in new zealand. My family is happy. We are safe again. My sister and I got to go to school and we had a nice house and a pet dog called kya and a cat called nala.
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