My name is Elizibeth Baker and I am living in what my family called The Great Depression. Last year my father was shot, and my mother died after giving birth to my baby brother Alexander. My Grandma died long ago and now I feel as if I have to be a mother. Every night I kneel on the curb by my blanket and pray that someday I won't have to live on the streets, and will have a mother. I know another young boy named Christofer, who lives on the streets just like me. Every day he runs to the market, and steels a loaf of bread. Then, he comes to me and gives me half to share with Alexander. About a month ago, I found a big blanket and tore it in half; I used the bigger half for a blanket and the smaller half to use with sticks and make a little shade to lie under. I think right now I am doing the best I can to keep my family together. A few weeks ago, I found this little pocketbook journal, and ever since I have been trying to keep a life story in it. Good noght little journal.
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