Day 23

I confronted Bibi that we could radio the other boat in order to be with Mum and Dad. I asked the smuggler whether he had any radio on the boat but he replied no. He threaten us to sit down or else he would throw us off the boat. Then Bibi started to cry. When I turned around, I saw a wet figure with a mournful face holding my ball. It was the boy. I thanked him and offered a space for him. His name was Omar. He said that we would be able to see our parents in Australia if we were lucky.