Wednesday, June 14th, 1838
Dear Diary, Today is the saddest day of my life because grandfather has past away from smallpox. Apparently papa's job as a blacksmith won't pay enough money to feed all three of us much less pay for a funeral. I told him I would even ask Mrs. Brown for a raise for helping her mend clothes at the dressmaker store. Even that wouldn't help he said. So we are going to have to cremation him instead. Grandfather was the only person I could talk to because he actually listened when I was troubled. He would always tell me stories of mama, and how she was before the plague took her when I was only three years of age. We say our goodbyes to grandfather as he burns away into ash. Everyone from the church is here even Billy the baker's son. Grandfather would always tease me about liking him. I always hated him for being french but I guess grandfather was right. He was always right.
----Amelia Miller
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Short diary entries
Historical FictionThis book are mostly short diary entry's from the late 1820's to the 2000's. They are mostly about dealing with life.
