Dear Journal,
I hate living in these jungles. This jungle in Cinncinnati is awfully cold. I know I sound formal because 3 weeks ago our family was kicked out from the streets. I am still wearing my blue short sleeved dress, cute boots and Dad's large coat that is way to big for me. Now that Dad's ritual of telling stories every night and Mom's smile is gone and soon she is to have a baby. I am afraid Dad will say it is time for me to be on my own. I am only 10 years old but it can happen. And know Mom is moaning about another mouth to feed. I only have one slice of bread for dinner if I am lucky! Imagine a baby! I so need hope but how?
Love,
Lisa
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