Dear Diary - creative writing set in the Great Depression

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                                                                                                                                                                               October 29, 1929

Dear Ruby (a name that I gave my diary!),

A terrible day today, a horrible day that unfortunately I will never forget. My dear father has lost his job!  He came home today and told us at the table. Ma is furious and Anne cries! She tells me that we will become homeless and be the ones that have nothing to eat or drink! Is this true? Will we be the people who others don’t even look at? Will we be the ones that sleep on the floor? Or will we just be the outsiders of this miserable life?

Ma put us to sleep early today – I could tell she had been shedding her tears in pain, but I didn’t say anything. I guess I was scared to ask. When Anne came to the room (which we share), I told her to calm down like always she didn’t listen. She was crying her eyes out and eventually if everyone was upset I would become upset too.

Tonight was going to be a long night as Anne kept on whimpering. I don’t know why everyone was upset; I know father will eventually find a job. Or will he? Who knows? Maybe we shall become millionaires overnight or maybe we shall become a family without a home to go to.

As Anne was crying, I went downstairs to tell ma and father. When I was walking down the stairs, I heard ma crying her heart out and even crying more than Anne! I peeped through the hole in the door. I saw father tell ma that the society is becoming more competitive to the job market- so this is why father can’t get a job. I know have realised that there was no chance of father getting a job due to the amount of unemployment that were looking for work. We WERE going to become homeless and we WERE going to be greeted poorly with no respect at all!

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                                                                                                               October 30th 1929

 Dear Ruby,

Today was my last day: to play with my friends, to go to school and to stay in a home. School today was different than usual; all the rich parents and kids ...

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