January 7, 1840
I'm in huuuge trouble. Dadda is gone. Master Workshire is probably planning to do something bad to us. I know we shouldn't have gone. But it still doesn't make sense. How I was the last one living. How come he saved me for last? Maybe, am I the family member that lives? I want to be with my family in Heaven. Not alone...Just...Not alone.
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