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.
Today we discussed what we valued. We had to dig deep and think hard about what really counts. I chose the clouds as something I value because they give us rain to water the plants and for us to drink.
