Family

Davis Journal 2- I am in my room (if a couch can be counted as a room) crying for my family. The sting of tears is almost too much to bear. My mother died from malaria and so my dad was my comforter. My sister, Ariana , was my childhood friend for the other children teased me for my short size. Sophia, mother of Esperanza, was a great friend before she died a peaceful death. All of them were wonderful people, and I have yet to mention all my uncles and aunts and cousins.