(Why do I say Dear Diary? Why not Dear Notebook? Or maybe I could give my diary a name, like Heidi, or Holliana. Ok, my diary is named Hollianna.)
Dear Diary named Hollianna,
Why are times so tough? My Momma and Daddy work all day, leaving me with the twins (Jackie and Eva, age two) and they come home with hardly enough money to keep this horrid smelling apartment! In our apartment there are two cots with sheets and a thin blanket put together in one corner. (This is where we sleep.) In the other corner stands a small firewood stove, (It's one of the best things we have!) We can cook food on it, and it keep us warm in the winter. In the middle of the room is a rug we found in a dumpster.
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