I used to live with my sister and my grandmother. We didn't have much money, or a big house, but we were happy, until one horrible day...
They had come. The people who had killed our parents had come and taken our grandmother as well, due to our political beliefs. My sister tried to comfort me, but it was in vain.
Our grandmother was dead, and we had to leave before the same happened to us.
We made a plan to leave. We would go to Australia. "They give out thousands of Visas each year. They'll definitely be able to spare 2 for us. It can't go wrong," said my sister.
We didn't even wait until morning. We just... left. We didn't take any of our things, we didn't even take time to put grandma somewhere. I was sure that we could spare a bit of time, but my sister said there was none to "waste" on such things.
We thought it would be easy. We thought we'd be safe when we got there. We nearly died several times at sea, and we had been out of water and food for nearly 3 weeks, but we thought it would all be worth when we made it to Australia. We thought that it would be over... We were wrong. They sent us to a place called "Nauru," because they had a "refugee camp" there. It was more like a prison. Perhaps even hell.