I sit here lonly feeling dead. My rick rack dress is full of dust from working. Working to try to help Moma keep this family alive. But I relize we have failed. I look out the window. Big men are carrying our furniture outside onto the streets. We have failed. And we now got no home. No food. No job. Nothin! My tears drip down on this page. Little Suzie doesn't know yet. I can't bear to tell her the sad news. Even if I did she would be too young to understand. Our time has come. Our time has come to leave our house. And live off soup kitchins and the trash outside. Where will we go? I ask to myself. But the future ain't known. Nothin' known. Why this depression started, why Pa died so suddenly, and why this diary is the only thing I'll have left. All these things are unknown and nothin this 13 year old girl can know ever. I got to get up off this chair so the men can throw it outside so I must stand. My sorrow, so feirce I can no longer cry. I look in the mirror quickly before the men take it. My face is pale and dirty. My ugly, undeveloped body is coated with dirt and dust. My brown hair is loosly in a ponytail with whisps of hair escaping from it. That's what I wanna do. Escape. Escape from this horrible world I gotta live on. I wanna kill myself but can't. My family needs me too much. Mama and Little Suzie. They need me. So I gotta go and comfort Mama who is sobbing loudly in another room. It makes me so sad.....to hear her crying....but I can't do anything to help her. Just hug her until we are thrown outside.
Until I die,
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