My Father said he was let go. "Let go from what, Father?" I asked curiously. He walked to his and my Mother's room. Not too long after, I heard yelling. It wasn't until my Father stormed out of the house that I heard my Mother cry. What was happening? It wasn't until now, 4 years later that I understood what happened.
They call it "The Great Depression," it's a quite accurate name. My Father was unemployed, and started drinking. My Mother decided to attempt to get a job, even then, there wouldn't be enough money to support my Father's Alcohol addiction, my brother and myself. I've also noticed my neighbors talking about my Mother when I am doing my house chores. We have resorted to going to St. Paul's potluck Tuesday worship. Everyone who went, usually only went to get a full stomach.
I am in charge of patching up our clothes. We cant afford new ones, so I have to fix the ones we already have. Everybody says, "Use it up, wear it out, make do or do without,” maybe it'll catch on. This depression has taken a tole on everybody however, some families more than others. Everything has gone wrong, I heard about this crime duo, Bonnie and Clyde? They are going around robbing banks in the North. It's not so safe, so Mother says I have to be in by 5 in the evening. What are we going to do if this never gets better?
Hope this was good enough, made it up as I went along so you shouldn't have to worry about plagiarism. :)))
