Nov 5, 2020
Monday, August 29th. 1796
Good morning,
This is 1 day after my hnd was cut and i still canot write prprly. My father rushed out if the house quikly and menshoned something like joining a ludite or somthng i heard alot of peple talk abot joining this organizatin because of the mistretmnt in the factories and that thy lost their jobs. But my dad didn’t lose his job, he wanted to avenge me and tell the world what happens to children in Albert Iron Smelting Factory. My mother scremed at him saying that it is dangros, but i want him to join becaus i despise my job more than anything in the world.