He's dead, and now I'm all alone. What will I do now? I could continue on, looking for mother and my siblings, but it hurts too much to think that if they ask, I'll have to say that he died; its all my fault. I must find them, the Taliban can't stop me, even if I am a girl that is dressing like a boy; I'll find my family, just like I'll continue to make letters to Shauzia about what I'm going through, and hoping that she made it to France and is happy and safe. I know that everything won't be like it use to when I find mother and give her the magazine, and I know that a magical place where children don't starve doesn't exist in Afghanistan, but every journey can be defined not by the means of travelling or how long it takes, its what happens and who you meet on the way there. I've got three other children with me now, they are all apart of my family, and I shall travel with them until we find what we're looking for.
This is a really good story that I had to read for my ELA class, and I'm happy that I chose it. It really shows you how wrong some parts of the world can get if we don't help; it gets pretty sad if the constant planes flying over head dropping bombs is something that a kid can get used to. 4 words out of 5. Can be found in the school library.
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