Entry #3

Jan/13/1791

Dear Diary

They went through Ellis Island riding a ship. We had hard time going to America because we had not enough food. People were dying of hunger. It was stinky in the room where we stayed. After we arrived to America, we went to the place called the African's store. It was the place where they buy and sell Africans for slavery. My family and I got separated each other. We all cried. I was owned by rich master. My master was so strict and scary. It was very hard staying with my master.