I am back again after 5 days of not writing. My daddy has left again to go to fight the other people. It turns out brother would not have to go fight anyways he is not 19, you have to be 19 to go overseas and fight, my daddy is 37 right now so he has to go and battle. My mother isn't doing very well today. She went to town to buy food for me and my brother. It also turns out that daddy does not get the raise till after the big fight, Mommy is scared the others will win and take over america. I don't know what "take over" means though. Brother is trying to get a job to raise money for me and mommy. Mommy just came home and brother is helping her bring in food. I am listening to the radio right now and a nice song is on, called "After you've gone" by Marrion Harris. President Woodrow Wilson has caught the flu I heard flowing around town. My best friend Sarah Woodrin has just had a baby brother named Walter. She does not live that far away from me, she lives 3 houses away. We play with each other almost every day. Her mother has tea with mine when we play sometimes. Speaking of Sarah, I see her from my window walking over. I will write to you later.
-Dorothy Robert.
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The diary of Dorothy roberts
Ficción históricaThis is a story of Dorothy Roberts and how she became a young girl to a a grown adult and go through tough times in the early 20th century
