Dear Diary,
I awoke with a slam of the door this morning. It must be Daddy. It is too early for him to be home. I slipped quietly out of the bed so I wouldn't wake up brother and sister. Daddy walked into the room with his hat in his hand, '' Bobbie-Anne, I lost my money on the stock and I lost my job''. I turned over and buried myself in my pillow. Mama came in and patted my back, ''It'll be okay. We'll find another way to make money''. I felt so bad. I felt so guilty. What are we going to do now?
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