March, 11, 1775-Uncle Fredrick

Dear Diary,

nothing happened all that time from February. This old man had been coming to our house to teach me about History. There was old lady either, to teach my sister, but her nursing. My brothers were away most of the time, and I do not know what they are doing. Until today, I overheard my parents talking. I think they thought I was in bed, but I wasn't. They said my uncle's coming to my house. Uncle Fredrick is coming to my house. The only uncle I have, and the worst uncle you could ever imagine. He always yells even though you ain't do nothing wrong, and he yells even louder when we are not doing anything at all. When he's joking around, and we don't laugh, he tells us we don't have sense of humor. The truth is, he's not funny at all. People say he's a little disturbed. I don't get it, his name means peace keeper, but he's not peace at all.

At dinner, they told us that uncle is moving to our house to take care of my mother, my sister, and me. What does that mean? What about my brothers, and father? Before my birthday, dinner time was my favorite. We could share our stories of the day. Right now, it's the worst time of the day. There's always something to be told, and it's always a bad news.