Dear Diary,
We have been at sea three days now and I am having the time of my life! I’m not sure that I’ll ever want to get off when the ship docks in America. Yesterday Alice and I booked a session on the squash court, it was great fun but as expected Alice won. I’ve never cared much for sport though any way.
Our first meal aboard the ship was like nothing I had ever experienced in my life. It was almost as though we had all got together for one gigantic diner party. Everyone was in their best clothes. After getting myself ready and helping Janie into her favourite frock, we met up with the others and made our way to the dinning area. You could feel the excitement in the air as we sat down around the long wooden tables. Something about the dinning room felt very grand, I felt important just to be a part of this trivial occasion. There were eight places around each table. On my table sat Mother, Father, Alice, Pete and Janie as well as another little girl about Janie’s age, her name was Marie-Anne. She was with her nurse Elizabeth who was escorting her to her Grandparents home in New York. I thought how terrible it must for her to be away from her parent when she could be no older than seven. But for all I knew she might not even have parents and I wasn’t about to ask.
