March 9, 1930 Today my dad is in a soup line. He was waiting for a long time, about 5 hour. ''It was a long day,'' my dad said. But we are full now because he brought home some bread for our family. Sadly we are living on the streets in
Chicago. It's bad, but sometimes we find shelter.
We are going with dad to a bread line and we were almost there. It is horrible that they ran out of bread so we had to go a different soup line. I cann't belive how hungary I am
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