Oh, I don't know how long this desperating era will last. I sometimes ask myself, Why did i ahve to be born in this period of wretched and terrible depressing time, why is it now, or better yet, why is it? Things have gotten so utterly terrible. Poppie lost his job and Mama is working as a maid in some fourtunate person's garage. She gets a penny an hour but i suppose it's enough to live on these days. We've gotten so utterly poor we have no food, we sold our beds for a dominoes pizza, and now that every topping and crust is gone we have to eat our own poop. My biggest fear is that if money doesn't come soon then we will have to eat...we'll have to eat...okay i'll just write it already...My biggest fear is that we won't get money and we will have to eat eachother. May this not happen and may your luck be mucho better than mine. Whoever is reading this now just be thankful that you have everything you do and remember and honor the people before you who didn't have but who made the future for you.
Sincerely and Sadly,
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
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