I'm doing a link-up with Storyteller!
And it's a journal entry with the theme of sadness.
This is so hard. I don't want to move. But we have to. Mother says we can't stay here anymore. It's too dry. We're too poor too keep on farming. I guess a lot of people have had to leave their farms this year, and we're just another family. But I love our farm! Even though nothing is growing this year, it's beautiful. And what will happen to our horses? I know them all, and love them.
I am writing from my secret place under the big tree. Will I have a secret place where we are going? Where are we going? I don't know. I don't even know if Father knows. What is going to happen to us? I hear Mother calling. We have to leave. I shall hide this diary under the tree, and I will come back. Goodbye, my home.
Farewell.
Mary O'Connor
June 21, 1835
Dear Journal,This is so hard. I don't want to move. But we have to. Mother says we can't stay here anymore. It's too dry. We're too poor too keep on farming. I guess a lot of people have had to leave their farms this year, and we're just another family. But I love our farm! Even though nothing is growing this year, it's beautiful. And what will happen to our horses? I know them all, and love them.
I am writing from my secret place under the big tree. Will I have a secret place where we are going? Where are we going? I don't know. I don't even know if Father knows. What is going to happen to us? I hear Mother calling. We have to leave. I shall hide this diary under the tree, and I will come back. Goodbye, my home.
Farewell.
Mary O'Connor
Sweet!! Thanks for the linkup!! :)
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome! I'm glad you like it!
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