Monday, July 7th. 1792
Good Evening,
My name is Edwin Waterson and i am 6 years old. I hate my life. My dad and mum weave all day after buying the materials from the mean old Mr. Hawthorne, the towns’ merchant. My mum is always angry when he leaves i guess becuz he takes a lot of money. They never have time to play with me and all the other children are older than me so they help their parents work. I wish i was older.













