By: Brooklyn K
Canada, Grade: 7

Its gone all gone. We have no money. Pa is trying his best to make money, but there is no work. We sold our house. My brother Joe is polishing shoes and I'am playing my fiddle for spare pocket change. Poor Ma is at wits end. Baby Molly never stops crying. ( probably because we don't have a lot of food.) I have to stop. I should get back to my playing.