I am only 12 years old, our parents have died of starvation and I now have to take care of my 2 little broters and 1 younger sister. We have no shelter but this wooden cabin. It is falling apart and there is a big gap in the roof. All the dirt and dust keeps coming in. We sleep on the floor and only get food from the neighbors who feel sorry for us. It is most likely stale bread and old water because they are not so rich themselves. I hope one day this ends and we will find foster parents, all of us together so I am not a 12 year old mother during the Great Depression.
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