by Tiara Anders
It was dark, hot, and quiet in the place I call home. I am living at the time of The Great Depression. I am eleven and the Depression started a while ago.
I am Lydia. We are poor and I haven't eaten since Wednesday. My mom died because of hunger. She died about two years ago and my dad died because of asthma.
Someone finds me on the street. He said he can take care of me. He adopted me after the Great Depression.
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