• May 23rd, 1857

    This is the only way I could express my feelings in this tragic world. I've been eating bugs all this week! My mother and father have not had time to cook for me. They've been playing Bingo with their friends on the other side of town. I am locked up in my dark, worn-out room. Mice are nibbling at my feet, there's lice in my hair. I've been itching like crazy lately. I never get a shower. When I go to school, people laugh at me. Even the teachers do. I don't deserve that treatment! I want to fight for what I know is right! But how? I ask myself that same question every minute of the day. I'll talk to you tomorrow Lucy. My parents are back. Here goes another unpleasant evening.


    May 24th, 1857

    I'm writing this quickly because Mom is going to check my room in a couple of minutes now. I've always been living a dark life. I never get to play outside like the other kids do because my Mom says that she'll be embarassed because of me. I don't have a chair in my bedroom. I don't even have a bed in my bedroom. I only have a torn rug, and a face cloth for a blacket. Everyday, my parents have visitors over but they never go in my room. They don't even know I exist. I almost never get out of my house except for when I go to school. I hear Mom's footsteps. I have to go.