“it fades into the hells. he has left us, we are not forgiven” It was because of that white raincoat that this reign of terror went on for 35 years. she was just a little girl, my little girl.

June 16,1864

Dear journal, i decided to start writing down everything that happens for when i get old i can have a story to tell, so, i got a letter from my mother that she is visiting tomorrow to give little sara a gift, Sarah is currently outside as i’m writing this, she’s playing with the hound that lives in the other village, the townsmen came over offering a job to me to make some money to care for Sara,,i told Sarah to go make some friends with the village kids but she prefers to help me around the house, i’m excited for tomorrow since i have not seen my mother since i was younger, i had to leave home at sixteen to get a job, i’m currently twenty-three, i wonder how my mother is. She seems to be fine if she is coming over tomorrow hopefully. Sara has been very helpful and I think the neighbors might give her a job helping in their farm! She is just the sweetest girl ever, I remember finding her in that little basket wrapped in that blue blanket on that snowy winter day. I will continue to write about every day until Sarah is old enough to continue on for me.

-Elizabeth

June 17, 1864

My mother is soon to be here, Sarah is very excited! She has been sitting outside since this morning, she tried to go outside in her night clothes but after a bit of bickering she finally put on her dress. She is very energetic this morning, i’m a bit concerned about her though, she still has no friends and prefers to help me and play with the hound, I hope that when mother comes she can help Sarah make new friends. A rich man has come to the village to look for a poor maiden to make his wife, I am quite confused on why a rich man would want a poor maiden. All the poor maidens in this village are lovely but none are very rich, I'm afraid that he might try to harm them. There is knocking at my door. I must hurry and get it, once I see who is at my door I'll let them in.

-Elizabeth