Thirsty, starving and famished, our small clan of three staggered ten miles to each stop. We then

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Thirsty, starving and famished, our small clan of three staggered ten miles to each stop. We then had a drop out of our already half empty water bottle.
As I walked, it felt like death was on my doorstep, waiting to drag me away from my hopes and dreams into an endless abyss. Each minute I walked, the feeling of fainting approached me. I heavily jerked myself to stay alive for the next minute. The land that accompanied us on our journey was scorched, dusty and unbelievably searing hot. The sky was crystal clear, with the unforgiving sun glaring at us.
The clothes on our back were torn and ragged, for they were only thin sheets of cloth. Our feet were covered with thin, dusty plimsolls which were also torn. Even our plimsolls had had
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The droplets which hit the ground made me feel as if I was missing out, but the ones which kissed my dry, cracked face were so tender. I realised that the rain was a sign, a sign of the beloved homeland filled with food and water, the land with an abundance of everything.
‘Come on!’ I shouted to my mother and sister who were wallowing in the rain. ‘We’re nearly there!’
I grabbed each of their hands and pulled, this time they had gotten faster and it felt like we were getting closer. God had given us the extra strength at the time we needed it most.
The ground was now wet, muddy and had little lakes of water trickling through it, within another mile of walking, I had spotted something. Crowds of people, people just like us. They wore ragged clothes and were refugees. I could not believe my eyes. We were at the border. The final stop. Our faces lit up with glee.
My mother informed me ‘we are almost home’ the border chain was clearly in sight.
My sister stood next to it and gazed towards me, and then back at the chain. I glanced at the guards; they all looked like government trained robots. One of the guards approached us from behind and pushed us into a line of dozens of families. This was where the papers we being checked. I began to think. What if our papers were invalid? What if they weren’t readable? Thoughts accumulated in my mind, I started to panic and slowly lose my sanity. My mother saw the expression on my

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