Dear diary,
Papa lost his job today, now we have no more money. So soon we will not have and food or a home and most importantly, we won't have any hope. I don't know what will come of us. I must go diary. Papa called me.
~Later~
Papa says we need to move into a new, smaller apartment. I will have to share a room with Elisabeth and Kathrine. Oh well, that will be okay, I guess. I must go, it's bed time.
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