By: Abby D
California, Grade: 7

It is late tonight. Papa is getting sicker. All the time he spent out in the feilds breathing in the air made him this way. Mama is trying to get him to eat but he will not. I fear for his life very much. We are leaving tommorow. The air is too hard to breath. I hear mama coming. Her steps are heavy on the floor boards. I have to leave. Goodnight.Wish us luck...