About me:
I am a young boy. I am going south with my papa. I don't what day or month it is. I am very cold and scared. At times I cry. I cry because I am afraid that we will die or become one of the bad guys. But then my papa tells me that we wont die or become the bad guys. He says we are holding the fire. I make him promise that we will stay the good guys. I was born into this world without my mother. I know it upsets my papa. It upsets me. But I have my papa and that is all that matters.