I can now, as Father said, stop acting like a small child. My worry has grown less ever since I made friends with Father's friend Jacoby. He is the man I did not know earlier in the journey. He has taught me much about our destination and why we are traveling. I have even heard most of the tales from the rest of the group as to why their lives depend on this journey.
Although we came from Pennsylvania, the journey is going to be officially beginning in Missouri where we pick up the last of the travelers coming along with us. Everytime Jacoby and I have a conversation, I feel older because he often ends the conversation giving me some sort of assignment. I may think he is partially insane because the jobs he gives me to do usually affect the rest of the group drastically.
I have been able to open up to Jacoby more than I have ever been able to open up to Father. I tell him of the fights Mother and Father have back home, my fears, my dreams, and he tells me the same. I even let him read my journal, event he very old entries I promised myself I wouldn't let anyone else read. I am not sure why or how I came to letting a man I have only known about two months know all of my secrets. However for once in my life I have a real friend.
Damian Wilkinson
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