Day: June 7, 2022




The snow is descending down. It’s freezing cold. I take a shortcut down a weird alleyway. The area is empty, no folks around. The snow is crunching as I jump around. Attached to the wall are posters of missing children. I stop at a chalk wall with names of people. I take a hold of a piece of chalk. I whittle my name “Alma” on the wall. I examine the names. In the background I hear a cog turning. I turn back. A doll mysteriously appeared in the shop. I rush to the window. “Hmm,” why is the window shaped as a mouth, I questioned. I stare back at the doll. My mouth dropped. “ What the “ I said shockingly. I press my face to the glass. There’s a doll identical to me.

I look away for a second. I turn back and the doll disappears. I viciously pull on the door handle. The door wouldn’t budge open. I grab a handful of snow. I modify it into a ball and chuck it at the door. I walk away with disappointment. “ Dinnngg” a bell runged. I look back and the door is suddenly open.

I rush to the door. I have a quick glance inside the shop. The door creaking as I gradually open it. There’s ton of frightening dolls inside. I take a step into the shop. It is dusty. There’s no shopkeeper as well. I notice my identical doll. I walk with a careful gait to the doll. My foot gets caught on a doll riding a tricycle. I straighten it back up. It pedals to the old wooden door. It repeatedly pedals towards the doll. 

I focus back on my priority. My heart stops. My identical doll disappeared for the second time. I swiftly analyse the shelves. I spot it. It’s beside a doll with a green jacket and a small lime green umbrella. I surge to the shelf, plunging myself onto a red couch. I bite off the caramel brown glove on my hand. Fully extending my arm. I stretch out and touch the doll’s face.

“ POOF “ my mind went through a cycle that I can’t explain. I look around. Its like looking through a camera lens. I try to move my limbs. I put in more effort but they wont work. I could only move my eyes. Scanning the room I can see another doll pop up in the front window. I realise this whole thing was a trap. I hope the next kid doesn’t fall for this trap.



There were four words and it was: Sacrifice, Hope, Family and Kindness. These are the themes.

We thought and wrote down what came to mind when we saw those words.

One idea for sacrifice: leaving something you love.

One idea for hope: No racism

One idea for family: love and support one another

One idea for kindness: help others

Theres lots more to see. We also read an article from NZ Herald called Refugee Children from Ukraine. I did the same thing but relating the children from Ukraine world to my world.

Here you go:

Sacrifice Family Hope Kindness
  • Leaving something you love
  • Time
  • Giving up something
  • My life
  • Take a bullet
  • Country
  • Belongings
  • Precious items
  • Protect eachother
  • Support
  • 2 loving sisters
  • Same blood
  • Your loved ones
  • Brothers from another mother
  • Annoying cousins
  • No racism
  • No descrimination
  • Free from covid
  • Peace
  • Dont give up
  • Food and drink
  • World peace
  • Never lose confidence
  • Help others
  • Not being mean to others
  • Love one another
  • Cooperating
  • Self love
  • Forgiving
  • Comforting others
  • love



Sacrifice Family Hope Kindness
  • Something your love
  • Time
  • Myself
  • My life
  • My belongings
  • The men(husbands, teenagers, fathers)
  • Your belongings
  • children(not tell the truth about the situation
  • home
  • Brothers from another mother
  • 2 loving sisters
  • Support each other
  • Father and grandfather
  • Parents
  • Children
  • The children and mothers trying to flee the war.
  • No racism
  • No descrimination
  • No more wars
  • World peace
  • Wanting Peace
  • Pray for the bombing to stop
  • The war to end
  • Going home
  • Helping other 
  • Caring for eachother
  • Love one another
  • World vision
  • NZ Herald
  • Other countries helping Ukraine
  • Volunteers