Oh! My life is filled wish anguish and despair. Today, those ruthless 13 Colonies put my husband on a mule and paraded him around, beating him. I locked Mary in the house and chased after those contemptible lunatics. I screamed at them to let my husband go, but they just flung me away. I have a big bruise at my temple. They called John such awful names; I must plead for forgiveness about even remembering them. I have no more hope.
The next day:
Why? Why would those worthless people set fire to OUR CORNFIELD?? Mary was beyond upset. John told us that we are to leave tomorrow. At least our neighbor’s, Grandy and Balthilda, will join us. The fire caught onto their home too.
The Day of The Move:
We were eating a bit of breakfast sadly, our belongings all packed up, when the vermin attacked again. They ran into our home and forced us brutally out the door! Can you believe the nerve! I am no longer upset that we have to leave, but I only wished that we had been treated fairly. Poor Mary was so scared. The only folks that speak to us around here are Grandy and Balthilda. Everyone else shuns us.
There is no reason for us to live here anymore.
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