Stay strong, Mother says. Joseph would want us to stay strong. Father is home less and less, as am I. We must make up more money to buy a burial plot for small Joseph's body. I am not sure if we will be able to aford a plot marking, but I am willing to work from dawn to dusk to repent for him. It is the least I can do to make up for the loss of his own life. This has become my routine. Wake up, work, eat, work, rest, work, sleep. Work is everything: My life revolves around work, sleep, and food. This is who I am: someone who works hard and stays strong. But the stress is getting to me. This morning, as I combed through my matted hair, I found gray strands amung the other brown. Is that normal for a yung girl such as me?
Mary
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Mary's Diary
Historical FictionOkay, I've published this before, but I lost the paper and I just recently found it again and I just #cri Anyways, this is a project I had to do on child labor and what it was like, and I got 100 on it and yeah. Stuff. Enough with my chatter, just...
