diary entry

Dear Diary:

                   My name is Sejata and i am a little Indian girl. I wrote a poem called “A different history” during the British colonization but really I don’t know what it is.

   One day when I wake up my mother said tell me that we had to move another place because the British were going too arrived to this town. Really I was very scared because the situation and because I don’t know really why this people are here, the only thing that I know was that we have to live the house. My grandfather had a country house in a big field outside the city so we decided to move that place to be more protective. The second week that the British were on India we received a very sad new: My house was destroyed by the British. Luckily we were in my grandfather’s house. The last night we header a noise outside like a gun, so I decided to check for the window if the British were here and… in a second the lights turn it off . My head was covered with a box and they move us to another country in America with my mom. 2 months ago we went again to the India and we recuperated all the things that we lose that complicated night.

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