Michael-Colburn

At the shop today,

             I struggled to cleaneth up. I struggled to help patrons. I even struggled taking care of Bridget. Mine fathers death tis all on me mind. Why does god keep denying me the simple pleasure of happiness.The only thing that keepeth me going is the thought that i am to be wealthy in a few years. But that may not do much for my sadness. Life tis gettin hard, i can only hope that mine mothers deal may go as it was planned. But I do not trust the shipbuilder mine mother partnereth with. He seems as if he wanteth to take our money. I work at the top of the mornin to the bottom of the night. I am only eleven one may think a child needs a break. I feel as if God has left me and mine family. We are on our own, and i must carry the family. Everynight there is barely enough food to feedeth a family o three. I can not spare to live in this city any longer. I vow to the God almighty that I shall leaveth Ipswitch when i become of age to marry! All Ipswitch reminds me of is sorrow and all that is unhappy. My little sister Bridget is lucky to be young and numb to these pains. All I can do now is wait. Wait till im old enough. Then I will go on a journey and never come back!