by Alexis Sanchez
My mother told me that this is the way it has to be. My mother said that we don't have food and she said we have to leave our home. When we got up I got milk and an apple and ate it.
I go to a soup kitchen and go there too to get water. I get milk from a cow. My family got sick. I go to the soup kitchen to get food for my family. My mom was sick. She told me she to give the food to my child. My mom got killed at the dust bowl. My mom was a happy mom.
My mom said we don't have food and no home. I had to go to the soup kitchen to get food. I saw a child outside. I saw how hard life is.
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