These days on the boat have been long and stressful , nights have been cold. I could hear people crying, babies crying , people praying , my parents telling me we will make it out alive. It all started when the boat began to break apart. One day a plane flew over. Everyone started waving their hands hoping that they would see us but they didn’t. We all lost hope until an elderly man said to make a sign S.O.S. I don’t think anyone knew what it meant but they still did it. Another plane went past this time they sent help to us. I was so happy.
