It has been a very bad day. We found out, that my father was hit by the plague, and now he is in a pest house, while the rest of the family and I is locked inside our house. We cannot get out of here because, we are afraid of being infected, and we do not have much money, so we have not the opportunity to leave the town. I really do not know what will happen to us, are we going to die?
I am very afraid. I do not know how my father is. How will our lives be, if he dies, would my brothers and I be forced to work then? Or will mom find a new husband, who can support us? I have so many worries.
I'm sitting in the corner of the living room writing and looking at each person of my family. I know that they are all thinking the same as me. I look at my big brother Harry, and he looks very tense.
I ask him what is wrong, but he does not say anything. Shortly after he yells out in the room, that he cannot sit in here and wait for what will happen to us. So he gets up, walks out the door and slams it behind him.
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