Dear Diary,
Father is out trying to search for a job. So far nothing good has come from this Depression. My feet are bitter cold and I am tired. Mother is making coffee for Daddy when he comes home.
Henree is complaining about every tiny thing. I hope he can shut-up soon.
My eyes are about to shut. On the porch it is almost warm.Must end this entry for now.So cold.....
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