MY HIDING DIARY

DIARY OF MARY HUMPHREY

Day 9-

My brother says that people don’t think that we are hiding in such a dangerous place, so, we are safe. We are still trying to know where our parents are. They are very clever; they will be in a secure place too. Neither of us bare in mind that this could happen but, in fact, it’s happening. We knew that this president was not of our part and, despite this, we did what we were supposed to do. Nobody let us know the true, nobody said us that being black was a problem and that Trump would try to kill us. We thought that he would change his point of view with the pressure of the other countries. We were wrong. Bad people never change. We must have learnt this in the school, but nobody told us about it. While I’m thinking about all this, the tears start falling from my cheeks. I open my eyes; now my brother is giving me a hug.

Day 12-

Today is my birthday. My brother is not in the room when I get up. Maybe he has gone to the bakery under our hiding place. Maureen, the baker, treats us very well, and as she is white, the police will never suspect from her. It’s crazy to think that my brother, who was always making me cry when I was younger, is now taking care of me as never before. I miss my parents very much today, probably because it’s a special day. Now it’s 13:05 and my brother arrives crying. What happened when he was out? maybe the police saw him? I’m thinking the most horrible things. But no. He enters to the room and, behind him, there are my mom and my dad. They are singing me happy birthday to you and I can’t stop crying. They are all hugging me. Despite of all, it’s the best day of my life.

Day 24-

Today I had a very strange dream. Maureen entered in the room and shouted that we were free. I trust her and I started to shout as never I shouted before. Jacob (my brother) and my parents were not in the room. I was alone with Maureen and I always thought that she had something strange and it’s not of confidence. Suddenly, her head converted into Donald’s Trump head and she moved very fast to catch me. In this moment, my mother wakes me up. He tells me that I was shouting like a crazy. I give him a kiss in the cheek and my brother caresses me. I love him and I thank him all he has done for me. My father moves to my side and sits in my bed. He says that all this will finish in no time. I think he’s not sure at all, but I thank him even so.

Day 30-

All the presidents around the world are against our president. Even so, some people can emigrate to other countries to feel and be safe. We aren’t lucky enough; that is the same as saying that we aren’t rich. My father was only a musician and my mother an actress and a nurse. My brother was studying and me too, so we haven’t got much money. I’m thinking about finding a job to carry some money home, but I also know that it is very difficult because if someone sees me, she or he can tell it the police and I will put all my family in danger. Maybe Maureen can give me some work to help her in the bakery and earn some money. I’ve decided that, this afternoon, when the bakery has closed, I will go downstairs and ask Maureen for help. Every day, I like her a little bit more.

Day 34-

I don’t know why but the bakery has been closed for 4 days and I think that is very strange. Anyway, today, I talked to Maureen and she told me that she couldn’t give me money, but what I could do is work in the back part of the bakery and she could give me all kind of food. I think it’s a good idea. Maureen is helping me very much every day; she gaves me the newspaper everyday so I can read it and inform myself of what is happening outside. Every day I see policemen walking around Miami, our city. Every day there are more terrorist attacks against United States. I really think that Trump has no respect for anybody, including his wife Melania. My family doesn’t seem afraid. I hope this finishes soon.

Day 40-

The door opens. Maureen enters into the room and starts to scream that we’re free. “It’s happening again; I’m dreaming” I think. This time, my family is in the room. I’ve had this dream a lot of times, but, in this case the face of Maureen doesn’t change into Trump’s. Really, really strange. My brother walks to my side and asks me why I’m not happy. I want to answer him but suddenly someone screams that is only a dream. I look around trying to know who shouted. Everyone looks at me. It was me, I was screaming. My mother comes to my side and hugs me and says me that it is happening, that it’s real. My father opens the window and now I can see a lot of people reading the newspaper. There is a picture of Trump in the front page and a cross that crosses him. I ask Maureen what happened. She tells me that Donald Trump has been murder by a terrorist attack. The nightmare has ended. Today, we go back home.

Day 54-

Although all has ended, the police still search the responsible of the “tragic incident”. They are sure that the blacks killed him. Probably. Maybe someone I know? I don’t know and, in fact it’s not of my concern. I don’t know who murdered him because he killed hundreds of people and he just was one more person in this world. Who was him to decide that people with black skin were less than the white ones? And who was him to kill them? I think that killing is an instinctive action of self-protection for animals, for living beings. But for a person? Are we crazy? While I’m thinking about this, I hear a lot of noise coming from the window. I get closer to the window and I look through. Someone with a jacket over his head is walking escorted by a lot of policemen. I can recognize the bracelet the person has in the hand. In fact, it’s mine. The one I gave to Maureen for her birthday. It’s not possible. It can’t be her. She can’t be the murderer. I go downstairs and I start to run in her direction. I hug her and I thank her all she has done for me. Including killing Trump. The police are trying to take me apart from her but I try to resist and give her a last kiss and spill a last tear in front of her. She throws the jacket to the floor and dedicates me the last wink before a policeman shoots me.