By: Julianna T
Canada, Grade: 5
The terror of The Great Depression is overbearing. The pain that fills my stomach is, well, the only thing that fills my stomach. Yet, through the pain, I consider myself lucky. Ma, Pa, Little Jeanine, and I, own a farm, so we have food. In little small amounts is it carried into my truly empty stomach, but, I do have it. I do have a little to fulfull my stomach. I watch the other children in town dieing, because of hunger, pain, and suffering. As they die, I eat. I wish to give, but, I have none to spare.
Then, along with all that we have lost, we still must face poor Little Jeanine's down syndrome. Her disease puts us all at risk of mild starvation. But, then again, I'd rather die of something like hunger, then watch misunderstood Jeanine fight her war, and lose.