Life in the Internment CampDear Miss Breed, I am very scared, I am not sure what will happen next, this morning at 5 o'clock the American guards asked my parents to evacuate the camp home in less than 48 hours and pick up our goods. I still remember my mother saying, “Xian and Zyanku take all your things now! Because you know that your belongings that we leave behind will be stolen or sold by the US guards. On December 8, 1941 all the descendants of the Japanese were placed in a train carriage, there were 20 people in each of the carriages, the food we received was green stew and beans many people in our carriage died of malnutrition, the only bathroom that we could use was a bucket in the center of the carriage. Many people died during transportation from our homes to internment camps. After 6 long days of travel my parents were put in a different row from us and then my brother understood that we would never see them again.......When my brother and I saw the huge barbed wire fences and the armed guards we knew that we had to would never be able to escape. Mr. Heckter was our guard, he was very scary and didn't talk much, he took 10 children, including us, to dormitory 51, the dormitory was made of mud, our beds were wooden with dog blankets and a bucket for the toilet. In the morning at 5 I heard noises coming from outside and it was then that I saw my mother and father being beaten, blindfolded and put in the sliding dormitories because they were trying to escape, it was then that I understood that it was all over because the Sliding dormitories were where livestock were stored before being slaughtered. I didn't tell my brother what I saw. At 7 Mr. Hecker told us to all get up and put on our work clothes, our work clothes were bright orange. The move was confusing, frustrating and confusing. We all…half of the paper…we are in a foster care unit but no one wanted us, everyone was prejudiced and thought we were spies. I thought to myself, “The president has freed us and expects us to recover and rebuild our lives, but how can we rebuild our lives if we don't even have our parents, we're too young to provide for ourselves? To top it off America is now very racist towards Japanese people now they call us Japanese so what is the next step Mrs. Breed will be me and my brother will be adopted or all Japanese will lose all their possessions, friends, business , houses and ways of living? Also do you think America will become a country without Japanese because they can't rebuild their whole life or because they are banned from America because of all these prejudices???? After reading this letter, hopefully, Mrs. Breed, that Zyanku and I will be adopted and have a better life than we have had. Sincerely, Xian x