1930- Today was the day my family and i moved into my parents friends small apartment. It was weird because i don't know who they are and they don't have any kids to play with. so me and my sister would play with each other, even though there wasn't much to play, we had to make lots of things up. My mother had told me a few reasons why we had to move in with these people but she told me to always tell my sister that it was just for a while. we got lucky that my mother and father got paid good money and their friends did to because i would look out the window every day and see more and more people out on the streets. People would be fighting over food that thy would fin because they hadn't had anything to eat in weeks. Little kids would play in the streets with sticks and rocks they found on the ground. Some would be laying down sick because they had no food or at night they would be freezing because they had no extra clothes or blankets. My mother would tell me to be lucky for what we have and not to worry about them.
1931- Today is my 9th birthday and it was different than the other 8. I could tell something was wrong because my mom kept telling me sorry that I didn't get a present or cake this year. I said it was ok and I didn't care, but i was actually upset. The other night I herd my parents and their friends talking about how if things don't don't change they will have to get another job or we will have to try and find one. I would ask if I could help them with anything but they always said "No we have everything under control, now go and play with your sister." I didn't really like playing games anymore because there was nothing to play with. Most of the time I watched out the window or write in my journal.
1933- Today was the day, my sister and I had to go and find a job. I was scared because I have never been in the city on my own but I'll have to figure it out. I can tell my mom feels terrible but i have to help out or we will end up having even less to eat then we already do or even worse, we might lose our house. When we were walking on the streets it was scary because the streets were piled with families and people lined up to get jobs. They had lost everything. They had no food, the only clothes they had were ones that they had on and those were all torn, they were dirty, and you could tell a lot of them were starting to get sick. When we were getting on the trains to find work, there were a bunch of little kids that got put into foster facilities because their parents couldn't take care of them anymore. It was really sad, I couldn't imagine being taken away from mine.