Day fourteen..

We're in a truck. Dad had given the driver the money he got from selling his taxi. I decide to ask dad the question i wanted to since the time we left the city; "Where exactly are we going?" His answer was "Australia" I was dumb-struck! I did not expect us to be traveling so far away.

Then, the truck comes to a stop and he hear men's voices but no one

opens the back of the truck. When the truck drives off again dad chokes out a 'goodbye' and mum starts to sob quietly. I then realise that we've crossed the border of Afghanistan...I feel even more determined to not let my ancestors down.