7 Jan 1882
Father tell me to keep jernul. Say it will stop me from forgetig.
My name Eliot! I am 7 and half. I live in Rättvik in Sweden.
Father work in sity to make money. He leave for many day. I want to tell story like he dus. Will rite soon!
30 Januari 1883
I forgot about this journal very fast. Father is gone to the city but comes back today. He said people are getting sick there but said we will be fine. In the year that has gone by I started schooling. Mother says I am a very fast learner. Says I spell and write better than Ahlma when she was 8.
I can also read very big books. She says I will become a good bizzness man when I am older like Father. I hope he comes home soon so I can show him my progress. I want to become just like him. He tells great stories and I want to do the same when I am old and have family too.
4 Februari 1883
Father came home but he is sick. Very sick. We all are. I am not as sick as everyone else. Ahlma can't walk anymore and can barely breathe. I am scared for her. Mother is barely able to walk still. My baby brother's cries sound like wind in a tunnel.
Writing is hard now. I don't know what is wrong.
7 Februari 1883
I cant walk. Breathing hard.
Brother dead. Mother dead. Ahlma dead. Father dead. Alone.
God help me.
YOU ARE READING
Property of Eliot Antimov
General FictionMy journal. I started it as a child to help me remember stories I could tell to my future family like my father did when I was a child. I just wish that could have been the case. Even after my death, I kept up with it once I was reunited with its l...
