January 1905

Pauline

Dear Diary,
I hate working at the mill, I hate eating the stale food I get every day, but the person I hate the most is my sister. Arlene. Why can’t she at least try to put in the long hours that all of us do at the mill? Just because of her crippled foot, she gets to stay at home, working at the simple chores around the house, eating our stale food when it’s warm. Words cannot express how I hate my good for nothing sister.

Arlene

Dear Diary,
I hate staying at home, I hate being alone all day until my tired family comes home, but the person I hate the most is my sister. Pauline. Why can she at least try to be nice to me? She just can’t see how lucky she is to get to be surrounded by people all day, earning money and have friends. Words cannot express how I hate my mean, uncaring sister.