That clue isn't a clue, yet. I just wanted to confuse you a little bit and learn the meaning of frustration. 

Knowing that that wasn't a clue, made her a little angry. Sleeping was not an option at the moment and read the journal.

October 28, 1945

There have been several attacks near my village. I pray that no harm will come to my family.

October 30, 1945

I am lost, I am hungry, and I am cold. My people were wiped out by a terrible bomb. Why did I survive? Why couldn't I leave this world with my family. Oh dear mother, father and brother in heaven, please take me with you. I am so lonely, all I have is this journal and pencil to keep me company. 

November 2, 1945

I'm looking for a new family but no one wants me. I am filth to them.

It was too much for Lucy to handle so she stopped reading. Traumatized and emotional she was, she could not sleep but cry all night, hugging her dog.