I haven't written for a while . . . I know. It's getting harder every day. A letter was sent to our house and the next thing I know, we are packing our suitcases. Then they put us on a train. Many people are with us, all women and children. Pappie and Opa were put on another train.It's not much fun. Nothing smells right and we are all hungry, thirsty and scared.
I hear whispers that we are going to a place called Twejeng. Why are we going there? It's just an old sugar factory. Maybe my big sister will tell you more later. I think she knows why we are going there. Yes, I'll have her write more about this train ride when she is ready to talk.
My sister's name is Greta. She's twelve and very beautiful. I hope the Japanese soldiers will leave her alone now. Yes, maybe in Twejeng she won't have to worry about them. God will keep us safe. That's what Mammie says and I believe it with all my heart.
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