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Intermediate. Years 7/8/9

Lifted By Hope

By Maali Simon, year 7, St Sampson’s School

When I got off the boat that morning, I was scared. Over and over again, I asked myself, why am I here? Where’s my family? Where’s my home?

The next few days, I didn’t speak much. The morning I arrived, the instructor told me that I was in England, which was when I remembered that my Gran and Grandpa lived in the countryside here. I hadn’t visited them since I was five years old, I’m eleven now and I don’t really remember them.

‘I miss my Mum and Dad,’ I’d finally said on the third day.
My Gran pulled a ginormous photo album down from a massive, dusty bookcase. On the front, it read, ‘Our Little Angel’s Child Memories.’ Grandpa opened it, it contained lots of pictures, captions and even journal entries of when Mum went to camp.

That evening, Gran and Grandpa made an amazing roast dinner, with homemade gravy that tasted delicious.

That night I couldn’t sleep, I kept thinking about Mum and Dad and Guernsey, I imagined my home being blown up by a ginormous bomb. Eventually, I got tired and ventured off to sleep.

The next morning, I went shopping with Grandpa. We got food, building supplies and a new sim, mine wouldn’t seem to work over in England. Grandpa was building a tree fort in his garden, that’s why we got power tools and building supplies. I named the tree fort, EnglandAsylum, meaning England's Asylum.

Later that day, the neighbours came over, I saw some of my friends from school, their Aunts, Uncles, Grans, Grandpas and any other relatives, had taken them in.

We had spaghetti and meatballs for tea. My best friends, Sam and Ed, came up to my room with me. They exclaimed that they missed their families as well.

I found a couple board games in the cupboard. We played for an hour. We were chatting about what we will do when we return to Guernsey.

The next day, Gran and I went to walk sparky, Gran’s dog, at the park nearby. I noticed a diamond on the floor, and that’s where things got real...

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