Freedom At Last

The pastor came into the bathroom to tell us some good news. He found the French soldiers and told them about us. The soldiers said to come to their camp at two or three in to morning. When I heard this I was so happy. I was finally going to get out of here. In the morning the pastor woke us. He told us to wait in his room. Waiting for the pastor to come back, I looked at myself in the mirror. What had been a healthy one hundred and fifteen pound woman, was now a sixty five pound ghost. I looked scary. I could barely stand because for the past three months I have been sitting. The pastor came back, but not alone, with his children. He told them that he had been hiding us here for three months. The children looked confused. They looked us with sadness in their eyes. One girl brought me a jacket and gave me a hug. I felt loved. Now all we had to do was make it to the French camp alive.