By: Alissa C
New York, Grade: 6

I am falling apart! I wish I could wear dresses again. They got taken apart to make blankets. Now I wear slacks. My hair was cut of to make thread for the mending. Dad lost his job. My typwriter is the only thing besides this diary that can comfort me. Besides Grace.I just want things to be the same! I Margret Frances Howard am getting wearier by the day