Chapter 2- Orphan Train
August 20, 1900
Okay diary, there's something I have to get out. My past. I trust that in your pages, it will never be found out. diaries are sacred.
Five years ago, when I was twelve, My father left my mother. She went into a deep depression and locked herself in her room for days.
Finnally she started coming out again and going to work. On day, while she was working, Three people in a fancy carriage arrived infront of our tenement.
One of the women told me that me, my three sisters, and my baby brother were going on a trip. Usually, I might trust a person saying something like this
but now, I knew something was wrong. Eventually, I agreed to get into the carriage. The took us to the train station. There I saw something amazing!
Hundreds of children were lined up, ready to baord the train. I had heard of this. Me and my siblings were going on the Orphan Train.
I had to think of something, we weren't orphans, we had a mother! They couldn't do this! But they could. As me and my siblings lined up, I knew the only way for at least two of us to have freedom.
Quickly, I grabbed my baby brother out of the hands of a women and tore down the street. Three people started to chase me and my baby brother wailed.
They couldn't keep up. Finnally I lost them and I collapsed on a trash can in an alley. The next week I found out that we were orphans. Mother had died in a factory fire the day of the orphan train.
for the next three years I took care of my brother. Begging and stealing, and eventually I fell as low as Working in a trashy pub as a barmaid who served more than just drinks.
But one morning, I entered my makeshift apartment under the brooklyn docks and found my brother dead. After that people finnally started to notice me and tried to help me. The rich aristocrats threw pennies at me
in the street. the newsies offered me free drinks at some place called Tibby's diner. I refused everything.
I could live on my own, and I still can.-becca
August 20, 1900
Okay diary, there's something I have to get out. My past. I trust that in your pages, it will never be found out. diaries are sacred.
Five years ago, when I was twelve, My father left my mother. She went into a deep depression and locked herself in her room for days.
Finnally she started coming out again and going to work. On day, while she was working, Three people in a fancy carriage arrived infront of our tenement.
One of the women told me that me, my three sisters, and my baby brother were going on a trip. Usually, I might trust a person saying something like this
but now, I knew something was wrong. Eventually, I agreed to get into the carriage. The took us to the train station. There I saw something amazing!
Hundreds of children were lined up, ready to baord the train. I had heard of this. Me and my siblings were going on the Orphan Train.
I had to think of something, we weren't orphans, we had a mother! They couldn't do this! But they could. As me and my siblings lined up, I knew the only way for at least two of us to have freedom.
Quickly, I grabbed my baby brother out of the hands of a women and tore down the street. Three people started to chase me and my baby brother wailed.
They couldn't keep up. Finnally I lost them and I collapsed on a trash can in an alley. The next week I found out that we were orphans. Mother had died in a factory fire the day of the orphan train.
for the next three years I took care of my brother. Begging and stealing, and eventually I fell as low as Working in a trashy pub as a barmaid who served more than just drinks.
But one morning, I entered my makeshift apartment under the brooklyn docks and found my brother dead. After that people finnally started to notice me and tried to help me. The rich aristocrats threw pennies at me
in the street. the newsies offered me free drinks at some place called Tibby's diner. I refused everything.
I could live on my own, and I still can.-becca