Monologue Of An Immigrant Diary Entry

Hi, im Mary! Im 13 years old. I live in a Small town right outside chicago. I wake up and go to school everyday. I have the same routine. I wake up, brush my hair and my teeth, eat my breakfast and the go to school. After school I come eat supper and then do the dishes and soon i’m off to bed. I also work on saturdays. I help in a factory. I sew things.

My mommas name is kate. She’s a kind lady. Everyone loves her. She is what you call a flapper. She always tells me crazy stories of things she has seen in her life. She sees everything. My daddy's name is John. He’s real funny like. Sometimes he seems a little mean but that usually on thursday nights. I hear people call him a bootlegger sometimes. So i asked maomma what that ment and she told me that it meant he worked with pirates, but I don't really think that's true if you ask me. I have a younger brother his name is sampson, but we just
It's the bann of the manufacture, transportation and sale of intoxicating liquors. I've heard my mom say it a few times to my daddy but never really understood it. Well all of a sudden in the middle of class, three policemen came in and said, “i need for Mary Lee and Sampson Lee to come with me immediately.” I was so scared. Sampson started crying and ran to me and i held his hand as we walked with the men. We left the school and and got into the police car. The police was very nice and gave my brother a sucker to calm him down. After about fifteen minutes we arrived at my house. There were many policemen in my driveway. I saw them put my dad in cuffs and take him to the cop car. Sam started crying again and i may have shed a tear or two. THis cop Named Dave took us inside and sat us down. He began asking us questions. Many of them we did not understand and some sounded crazy. He said things like, “Have you ever seen your father come in with a lot of a certain drink?” I then said that, “I don't think so.