Diary+Entry+4+(Shelley+Ant+Farm)

**DIARY ENTRY 4**

January 13th, 1938 Hong Kong

Dear Diary,

Nearly a month has passed since I last wrote. I am now in Hong Kong, working in the factory with Mr. Peng. In the end, I accepted his job offer in Hong Kong and moved here a few days after I had submitted the application letter. At first, I had hesitated and had decided not to accept the job offer because I had to pack again and move to a country that I had no absolute knowledge of. In addition, I had found my father, Li Feng, and wanted to see him soon. The day I had seen him, at the inn construction in Shanghai, I had immediately gone to find out information on that man and it came out that the man had the same name as my real father. I also found out that he would be leaving for Hong Kong the day after and immediately went home that day and submitted my form for the job in the Hong Kong factory.

I got on the boat to Hong Kong in a few days and reached the factory where I am now. I like it here. It is similar to the place in Shanghai probably because we work on the same material: rubber. I feel comfortable and Mr. Peng takes great care of me and the younger children.

So today I went to the factory where my father was supposed to be working in and met with the director there. He told me that my father was in another part of the country and that he was not sure when he would return. Thus, I gave the man my name, photo, and address and told him to tell the man who was my father that his daughter had come to find him. The man agreed to do so and asked me if I was the property of a Japanese soldier here in Hong Kong. When I said no, he found it strange that there was still a young girl like me around here who wasn't a sex slave. I quickly came out of the building and decided to wait patiently in Hong Kong until he came back.

News had been going around the country that young girls my age and even younger were being taken by force by Japanese soldiers for their personal pleasure. This seems to be a constant threat and danger to me wherever I go. I guess I'll just have to be aware and take care of myself and try not to walk on the streets alone.

No Japanese soldier is to be trusted. They will do anything to torture girls like myself and have no remorse for the goals, hopes, and dreams we will lose once they make us become their personal slaves.