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I wake up and think I am in our old house in the in the farm lands. The sun is beaming through the window from rolling, green hills outside, and I can smell my mom’s cooking of watery beans and potatoes wafting through the house. Soon the day will begin, a long day, of weaving and mending cloth. When the machines came, we were no longer fast enough for the demands of cloth. We were forced to move to the city and work in a factory, where we tend machines all day long until the day is over, and with our very bones crying , we hurry to bed. Then, dinging the bells ring at 4:00 AM to wake up the working class of the city.I can hear the bells now and I must get up. I’m so sorry for not introducing myself properly, my name is Edward. I am almost fifteen and work at a factory in the city. They call me the man of the house because my father is very ill. Next to me, on the pile of straw we share, are my younger brother, Tommy, my other younger sister, Jeanette, and my mother, Elizabeth. My mother works in a factory that makes parts for cars with my sister, Jeanette. She is only 30, but already her hair is patched with grey. Rumor says that she is soon to be widowed just like many others in this haunted place , I nearly hurl at the thought. Last week, my father came down with the spotted fever. I can see him from here; he is sweating, his body aching from the fever. I pray that someone will take care of him today, we don’t have the time or money to take him to a hospital. Next

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