The Great Storm of 1774

(COMPLETED) Read along as 15 year old Angelica Lexington is left alone to take care of her four younger siblings at the height of the revolution, in Georgia. She looks back on her life through her vivid and inspiring writing. Yellow for death, disease and injury.

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8. "Don't Starve Yourself"

We sat by the fire and talked for a bit. Hannah began to cry and I assumed she was hungry so put her down, and told her dinner was soon. Then I walked into the kitchen where my brothers were finishing up. I began to chop some carrots and slice some more bread when the sound of my brothers made me turn around.


"I'm still hungry!" Aaron moaned.

"We'll go into town tomorrow, okay?" I compromised. Aaron nodded his head. 

"For now you can have some of my carrots, come here."


Aaron rose and took some of the carrots I had chopped. He grabbed them off of my plate. I was hungry, but I knew my brothers should come first. There were nights when my mother didn't eat, and I now I was her, so, I wouldn't eat tonight. I took a jug of water that I had filled from the spring outside, and washed some lettuce leaves. I got out the knife and sliced some bread. Then I went into the cellar and got some milk that I had gotten from town the day before. George peeked his head in the kitchen. 

"What's cooking?" He asked. 

"Nothing much; just some vegetables, bread, and milk."

"Aren't you hungry?"

"I think I'll pass tonight."

"Don't starve yourself. Have something to eat. When Hannah is done, come in and talk to me. Boys- sit and talk while I talk to your sister."


I got Hannah from the living room, and sat on a chair in the kitchen, by the table. I fed her the milk and some bread, and she went to sleep right after. I gently placed her on her bed by the fire, and sliced bread for George and I. I ordered my brothers to sit and talk, as I prepared plates with vegetables. I put on water to boil, and prepared tea. When it was all finished, I walked into the sitting room and sank into a chair by the fire. George pulled his chair closer to mine.


"Let's chat." He said.



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