Page 25 - A girl migrant's letter

Moments later, the boat began to sail.

We had barely travelled for three hours

when a very bad storm came. People
began to shout! Desperately, we all

moved to one side of the boat for safety.

Then, the boat overturned.

Screaming, people frantically called for

help. Those who could swim tried to. I’ll
never forget the faces of those helpless

children and their mothers. By the time
the coast guards located us, many

people had drowned.

That was the last time I saw Zuri. He

drowned in the sea. And so did many

other young people we had travelled
with all the way from home.

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