Dearest Diary,
We have already picked a country to move to: Lebanon.
I've been packing for the last days packing what I only need to start a new life. I don't want to leave anything, but I can only carry a suitcase.
My mama packs a lot of kitchen stuff, and my dad packs them two's belongings. Grandma is packing her stuff as well.
I can't believe we actually had to move. This is like Anne Frank but we are moving to a new country instead of going into hiding.
How will I get in contact with my friends and family? They won't know we had left the country.
Oops... Mama says to stop writing and begin making sure we have packed everything necessary for our new life. I can't bare to leave this country.
I've grown up in this country.
I've made memories in this country.
Why oh why?
Signed with a lot of regret,
Haitham (Signature inserted!)
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