Dear ma,

Thanks for the pack of sweets and veggies. I ate them all on the trip here. I started to tear up when you waved goodbye so I just waved back, a tear of sadness rolling down my freezing, red cheek.

I am enjoying it here in Birmingham. The farmer, Mrs Gramber, sends me to a tiny narrow school. There are only sixty of us in the whole school. She sends me with a wet,cold egg salad sandwich and a piece of cucumber as a treat every morning. The teachers are okay. They can be selfish and cruel at times. I have already been hit on the head with a ruler six times. But I have something bad to tell you. Birmingham is being bombed as well. Last night, I saw a bomb in the dark grey clouds, and then heard a deafening boom. I’m not safe here. I want to come home

I miss you,

Harry