I wish the depression was over. Father is in Chicago for a job. He promised to send me letters each week, but I get less and less word from him as the days pass. There are borders at our house, which isn't fair. They sleep in our beds and eat our food, and we don't even know them! Mother says it is all we can do to keep the house. Plus, I have to sell eggs. It is so embarassing! Egg-Selling is one step away from the poor house. I don't want to go there. I want my life to change.
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