8th November
I only made it to the end of the cell when I was caught and told it was over for me. I was given a book and pen and told to write my final words and that I was given a day. I flipped through the pages to see millions of others letters in the book of what people wrote.
Apologies, wishes, regrets.
So this story is what I wrote.
I am an orphan of the age 13, and this is my story of the wipeout.
