By: Malery R
New York, Grade: 8

Sitting near my mother's bedside, I cry my saddest tears, wondering why she had to die. If only I was there to save her, I thought. She was everything to me, and now she was gone forever. My name is Emily, and I live in the big city of New york. Only a few days ago, my mother died of starvation while on a search for a job in Colorado. It's tough living during the great depression, because you never know when there'll be food to eat, or money! Currently, my father can barely afford the bills, and I'm afraid we'll be evicted from our home. Oh, well, I hope my cookie and egg business helps us.