Dear Diary,
Yesterday I felt heart broken. In a dark attic I saw a young boy sobbing because I took the yellow umbrella from him. On the floor I could see scattered pictures of his past and felt very sorrowful. I could hear the the children downstairs laughing as I took him by his hand and lead him to my home.
This is a Diary Entry I have written and response to a short animated movie we are studying for literature
Dear Diary,
A random lady called saying ''I've got a six year old Girl up for Adoption'' the sound of the phone hanging up hit my ears. A few hours went by..... A car pulled up at the orphanage. It was a bright yellow black shiny car. As the car door started opening my hands started to shake. The door of my orphanage opened, the scent of perfume brought back memories.
