Short diary entries

Entry 2

Monday, January 15th, 1807

Dear journal,

Today I feel pain, because I got whipped eight times for giving food to three street children. Elizabeth caught me, and grabbed me by the arm all the way to her father my master. Ever since I started working here Elizabeth has always hated me mostly because of how I never attended to her instead of kitchen duty. One time she even told her father that I threatened to throw a plate at her. Whitch was a big lie.I only told her to not mess around in the kitchen, and that I was busy working on making super. As long as elizabeth has everyone's attention she'll be okay.

Anyway once we got to my master Mr. Williams she told him that I was giving away food away for free. At least she wasn't lying this time. He told her to leave and then gave me a speech.Mr. Williams said that he makes money to buy the food for his family not for street urchins, that's when he was whipped me. I only gave them food because I felt sad for them. I remember that I was once a child without a home and food.Until I became a slave for the Williams family that is. I don't regret what I did but I know I can't let that happen again.

---Anna Gilmore