The place where I live is not what I dream about. I wanted to live somewhere I would feel happy – like America or Europe, but not Africa. Where they placed me, I have to travel to get somewhere I want to be.
I mean, in other places kids just walk to school and if they want something, they just have to buy it. They can walk anywhere – or travel in a car.
I wish I could experience what other kids experience from countries and places outside Red Hill. Sometimes I’m amazed at what other kids tell me about how they live. It sounds great. I feel happy just listening. I want to be there in that happy place.
Sometimes, later, I cry from being unhappy. I can’t control it.