I got attacked by pirates.
My boat’s been taking on water for a few days now.
Thinking it was my own fault and not looking forward to angry words from my Father about what I had gotten into, I tried to go it alone.
I turtled. Hid from everyone.
The ship sank this afternoon and I was swimming for a few hours, til my Brother found me.
I’m okay. Humiliated, yes… but okay. Just feel like I lost everything I ever knew.
I’m scared of Daddy. I’m intimidated by my Brother. I miss my Mommy and I’m hungry.
I’m still under attack.
This time I won’t forget my sword.
Pray for me.