Dear diary

Guess the past days have show me that almost dying is not the worst thing in life as my body is broken from the bad sleep that I have gotten in the truck, my mind is full of unending good byes to my father that I could not get permission to do and my eyes is hurting from the tears. My voice is gone as well for the time I tried to make the soldiers taking me back. But even all that I can still feel all the eyes from the strangers who were looking at me when I arrived at the research centre. I wanted to yell of them but my voice gone as I told you just before and I am not sure that would have helped my case of explaining them I was human like them. At least the bed I have gotten is more soft that what else I have been sleeping on in the past and no one tried to take away my rock even I overheard them saying it might be more important than me. Guess I will rest now so I can return to a more normal life tomorrow or at least I hope so. I hope my father is alive.

Goodnight