My Mom went into a fit of anger. My older brother just sat there, it would have been a lot easier if he had yelled at me like Mom did. Said something like, "How could you ruin our good name?" but no. He sat in silence.
I didn't see anything wrong with getting food people were just going to throw away, so what? We would eat it.
Later that night my older brother came in our room.
"Dave, are you awake?"
"Yes Peter" I said.
"I just want to tell you....that I don't see anything wrong with doing that. But Mom has been working hard this last couple of years. The Depression has been hard on Mom with Dad and Sara dying, and John not coming home. She's really worn out. So don't take it too hard. " He said as he laid down on his bed.
I sat. I wondered why they called it the Great Depression, the sad called it the family Killer. I had lost almost all my family, Sara and Dad to the flu. John was drafted into war. Baby Luke to hunger. Now Molly looked like she could drop down dead any minute. and what of Kate, she survived the flu and a car crash, would she die next?
I just want to be a family again, I thought. Remembering Dad's last words, "Don't loose faith, David, be faithful no matter what happens."
I closed my eyes and sighed. I wish Dad was here, I wish a lot of things now adays. That can't happen. Some day we will be a family again, but I want my Dad here to help me! But no matter what happens, I will never loose faith! Ever!!