Auckland
As the aroma of my mothers cooking travelled throughout my house, I exhaustedly got out of my cozy, warm bed. I lazily dawdled to the kitchen table and all I could hear were my siblings disputing. “Typical” I whispered to myself. I sat down at the table and right in front of my eyes were plenty of food . Today was going to be great. I thought to myself.
Syria
It was a freezing cold morning. I didnt have any warm clothes and it was biting cold. Nothing but one thin, scrawny blanket to keep me warm. My stomach grumbled. I was starving and there was absolutely nothing to eat. I sadly knew today was going to be, yet another dreadful day
Mid day in Auckland
The bell rang and everyone rushed out side. It was lunch time. I sat down in the shade with a full packed lunchbox . I slowly ate my lunch and giggled with my friends. The second bell rang and we all sprinted to the field. The scorching hot sun shone down on me. What A nice day to relax and talk to my friends
Syria
The sun shone down on me it was so hot . I was exhausted. I walked around the streets searching for food for my family. While my little brother cried. I walk around the streets desperate. Food here is scarce and I hate seeing my family upset. I carry on trying to provide for my family.
Night in Auckland
I come home to dinner cooking. Mmmmmmm. I turn my TV on and watch my favourite programmes. After dinner i snuggle up into my warm cozy pj’s. I crawl into bed. My mum pulls my covers up onto me and kisses me goodnight.
Syria.
Its night time. Its dark cold and freezing. I get ready for bed. My family pray for food and good health. I lay on the freezing cold ground, No insulation , No blankets and no warm clothes. I cry myself to sleep, Hoping tomorrow will be a nice day and bless us with food.
