Memoirs of an orphan girl September 24, 2009 They say I am 7 years old now Oh, it's strange Why doesn't anyone adopt me? Is something wrong with me? Am I not beautiful? Or is it fate..... On Wednesday morning, September 26, my best friend Alma was adopted She was happy and sad at the same time Because she will leave me We were just like sisters I am very sad. In an hour, I will leave Alma and I may not see her forever The tears don't stop Sadness eats my heart I can smell the loneliness and unhappiness already On Saturday evening, January 10, a strange thing happened. Alma returned to the orphanage, but she was in shock. She told me that she was going to die. She wasn't feeling well But what happened? Her eyes are red She was very shocked, sad, afraid, and shaking, looking at me as if she saw a ghost What did she see? 10/5 He came back to you crying for the orphanage as well and told me Amy, let's hide, someone is looking for us It's strange what's happening, I wonder Oh my God, I can't finish writing my diary. Someone is violently breaking into our room Oh my God, oh my God Help us Amy is from Dawkins Orphanage, located in the Ashford neighborhood These were old diaries of a little girl that the Alpha team found thrown in a trash can on a street