Charlotte's diary
Dear diary,
I just hate it. Look at all this furniture. None of my friends has a big bed like me to sleep in. Everybody has to share bedrooms but they would certainly have to share a bed like this if they had one. But not me and my younger siblings.
We don't live in the biggest, most expensive house. But we certainly come close. We have so much nice furniture. I keep wondering how my mom kept those clean when we were younger. It must have been a lot of work. And I remember helping mom with all of it after Cassandra married.
Now that we are all older, my youngest brother is ten years old, I get to help with my sister Cassandra. She is the only married one and already has five children and is pregnant with twins. So mom goes often over to her to help and I get to tag along to also help her. I don't like it at all. Why? Why? I just don't get it. If you can't handle the children, why get pregnant?
Ofcourse, I know it. We don't do birthcontrol. It's not what God wanted. But does he want me to help out all the time? Maybe, you have to serve. You are not important, God is, others are. You are not. I just don't like it at all.
Love, Charlotte