Sunday, October 23, 2016

Journal Entry Two: Day 5

Day 5
Brooke won’t stop asking when we can go back home.  I don’t think her three year old mind can understand that our home may not even be there anymore. I am still trying to understand  what happened.  No one seems to know.  All the talk on the two way radio only proves that everyone is as clueless as we are.  So far we know of three other families that survived.  We knew all of them before.  They were families like ours that planned for the day something bad would happen.  Although my dad hadn’t said when we would be leaving the shelter I knew we would be here for at least a month.  No more than a year because there was only a year supply of food in the shelter.  I know because David and I had stocked a year supply of food down here a few months ago.  I miss David.  It would be so different if David were here.  As it is my mom seems to be in a world by herself where she wanders around mumbling to herself and crying.  Last night there was a noise at the door and she ran over calling out to David.  She tried to open the door.  My dad pulled her back before she could unseal it.  They fought.  The shelter is so small everyone, but Brooke who was sleeping, heard their fight. We all pretended we didn’t.  My dad told my mom David was dead.  By trying to open the door she was endangering the rest of us.  He told her she needed to accept that David was gone.  She had four other kids to think about that all needed her to be strong right now.  She hasn’t gotten out of bed today.  

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