While I�m walking these streets my mother is laying in bed. Sick and about to die. I can�t believe I have been through all of this. Kids are dying without food. Why? Why can�t we just live a normal life. This great Depression is taking me alive. I went back home and saw my little sister crying. I go up to my sister and hug her she doesn�t know what happened. She thinks my mom is sleeping. I go up to her and tell her �Jenny mommy is dead� My little sister is crying so bad. My dad got home and I told him that mom had gone. My dad just sat down thinking who was next?
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