Entry #6

Jan/31/1792

Dear Diary

Now I live in America for almost 1and half a year. If I think back how much hard it was to come to America than I cry. I steel remember the people dying in the ship because of hunger and mentally damaged. It was just a 1month but when I was in the ship, I felt like 10 years. I think I can never forget how hard it was.

America was fine to me because my master was kind enough to give me food and help me hard things. My master brought me to the church every Sunday. I learned about God and I started to believe it. Few days later from going to church, I didn't have regrets. I just understand it. I think every thing was different, Africa and America. I'll live with my master happily.