As I wonder into the gazing stars tears trickle down my soft cheeks. Dad has passed and know it's just me (Poppy), my younger sister Frannie and mum. Mum is finding it hard to pay rent which means we are rationing nearly everything. Not many women have jobs these days because men under think them. Your probably think that I'm being ridiculous but I'm being serious. It is as silly as trying to sell canned worms in the city.
I've never actually had a diary but my friend next door gave it to me for my birthday so I figured why not use it? Im often working on the farm because mum can't afford to pay anyone to work. Frannie does the veggies and feeds the animals everyday. Mum drives the tractor and I plow the crops.
My father died of Cancer, lung cancer. It was horrific! Seeing him in pain. I feel better now I know he is at rest but it absolutely kills me. Some nights I cry. Others I sit on my straw bed and hold his photo in my dirty hands. And some nights I just sit and bring back the old memories. He passed when I was 11, and if you think that's bad imagine how it feels for poor Frannie. She is only 7.
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Historical FictionIt's 1901 and hard times are all around Melbourne, but for this one family it's harder than ever.
