Refugee Letter

Dear Mother,

I don’t know if you will get this letter, but I really hope you do.                                                       I know it has been a year now, but I’m writing to see how you are, and to see if you are with the others.

I’m desperate to go home! I miss my old childhood days. I miss everything about Kalbarri, the country town and how beautiful it is. I left a few things behind but at least they weren’t as precious as you.

People have been telling me that I may not go home. I’m trying to book a flight back, but by the sounds of it, the war is still on. I have a feeling I won’t be back for a while.

I now have a job and get well paid which I am very grateful for. I also have a decent house here. I have some friends that expect me to like it here, which I do, but I have been watching the media reports and by the sound of things refugees are not allowed here anymore.

I have not been in any contact with any friends or family so I don’t know if anyone is safe. I’ve been missing your delicious homemade mac and cheese; the great school I went to, my wonderful friends and the beautiful beach, and our culture. I miss everything.

I’m living in Japan at the moment. All of their culture is very strange and unfamiliar and I hope I am going to a better place. They are moving us tomorrow and I don’t have a clue where I am going.

I still have many nightmares of the frightful memories of those long 3 months. I don’t feel as safe as I felt when I was with you. There have been poor people getting kept out of the country. I’m frightened.

I’m not sure if I will be able to stay in the next place I’m moving to. I hope I see you very soon.

Love, Luwana Berg