September 17th, 1882
I didn't think I would have time to write today, considering my mother stayed in bed all day crying so I was left to take care of the daily chores and make sure my sister doesn't run off. It is just a matter of time before my sister does. I just hope she doesn't get killed.
I cooked and cleaned, and made sure I brought mother a plate of dinner. I knew she wouldn't eat but I had to at least try. My sister was silent during dinner, she just stared blankly. I tried making light conversation only for her to tell me she doesn't want to talk.
Today I wanted to run away myself, I wanted to yell at my sister for not helping with the chores. I wanted to tell her to step up, I wanted to bust through my mother's bedroom door and tell her that I am the kid and she should be pulling herself together for us.
I stayed silent. I did what needed to be done and went to bed hoping tomorrow I wake up and this all be gone, and my father would be home.
Goodnight.
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The Journal Of Martlina 1882
FantasyThe Journal of a young woman living in 1882, when writing and reading were just granted to women. When a man runs the world and a woman just lives in it. A story about finding love, war, and balance just to survive.
