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Dear Diary,



Hi, I am Yang Liu living in Nanking. I am a sixteen-year-old teenager with a father named Xia Liu and a mom. I am from a pretty rich family. My father was a farmer who planted rice and grains and sold them to the Japanese soldiers. Because my father had a stable job, I had a rather comfortable and happy childhood. I was sent to Japan Tokyo to study and one day, I heard about the Manchu state from my father. He said that the Japanese bombed the South Manchuria Railways Corporation. He also said that Japan was blaming the Chinese for this incident just to claim a war on them.

It was then when my happiness faded out. It was when I talked about the Manchu State, about how they need independence and that Japan is blaming the Chinese for what they have done to my Chinese friend. I was just sharing my ideas with my Chinese friend but my Japanese friend heard it from far. I was just so shocked that the Japanese had heard what I have said. How in the world did she hear me? She was pretty distant from me and I did not even say it really loud as I usually speak in a quiet voice and have especially took extra care making sure no one will hear me. I knew about this Japanese girl's slyness from her past and overall personality but I did not know she would do such a thing to me. This Japanese girl has told every single thing of what I have said to the police. Because of her, I ended up being in jail. I just hated this Japanese friend so much. I was really curious and frustrated why she had to do this to me because nothing will benefit herself when I am put into jail. I guess she just hated me for some sort of reason and I have no clue about that. I saw my parents weeping outside of the jail and I felt really bad. When I was going into the jail I just hoped that I would not be beaten or kicked. When I went in, the guards looked very evil.

My just started to hate the Japanese so much and I just wanted to wait for the day when I will be able to revenge on them. Later the guards told me that I no longer need to be jailed because my father sent money to Japan with a lawyer. I was really glad that I had such a caring father, but it was then when someone came in and started to take me out. I screamed and shouted so that they could let go of me but it was no use. I was so scared. I did not have a clue of who they were and where they came from.

September 7th, 1938