By: Bailey B
Louisiana, Grade: 6

It is a simple and common sadness that is surrounding my country, and has sadly affected me and my family. The streets of America are covered with the homeless, just begging for money, shelter, and food. It fills me with sorrow to lay here on the cold, hard, ground each night, with the other poor unfortunate souls, hungry and without much money to their names. That is speaking for the lucky ones, most people don't have a single penny to their names. I have been hungry for so many days now, it is impossible too count. My family is in the same condition, for those who are alive. dearest Grandma Elle has passed away, due to the hunger. I wish that she could have a more peaceful and natural death, but I know she is looking down at us from heaven and smiling, wishing us nothing but the best. I have managed to locate a small morsel of bread from a soup kitchen, but I plan to give it to my younger sister, Martha. She would enjoy it much more then myself.I have been greedy lately, taking an entire cup of soup all for myself. the guilt has been killing me. I wish that this stock market crash had never happened. I wish we still had our homes, the warmth of the old stone fireplace, and that old sofa that was so cushy, and I shared those nights with my family just gazing at the flames. Sigh. I ask myself why, but I know there honestly is no good reason that I can come up with. My dear family is in pain, and I can do nothing to change it.