By: Tamaria Z
Colorado, Grade: 7

October 10, 1920
Today I woke up to my starving baby sister, Anna my dying brother John, and my sick sister Betty. I rubbed my eyes wishing it was not the Great Depresion any more and that I would be able to sleep on a real bed instead of a dirt floor. I sat up and walked over to my starving sister Anna who is only about 2. I picked her up and carried her to my mother Jane but all she said was...