Neither of my parents noticed me standing at the door, so I listened to the hushed whispers that barely carried across the room. Mama and Papa have told me to not listen to others conversations, as it’s rude. …show more content…
They did not have our consent to tax us and therefore cannot. But they did. Most of us agree it was unconstitutional,” My father said. “Well what do we do? Mary and I love playing with our paper dolls. Please don’t take them away!” I exclaimed. I might be a bit old for dolls, however Mary, my five year old sister, was in love with them and played with them everyday.
“So every piece of paper we use, we are taxed. But even though the amount is relatively small, the total will build up over time,” my father says, although he seemed as if it was to assure himself more than my mother and me.
“Will we have enough money for food? What about clothes? Oh no, papa. Mary can’t find out,” I worried. I didn't know how this would turn out. I hope there won’t be a war. Then papa might have to fight. I couldn’t even think about losing him. But papa stopped my train of thought, “Oh no. You mustn’t tell Mary. She is much too young for this kind of burden. But tell her to take care of her dolls, lest they break,” he said quickly. I nodded and promised him I wouldn’t tell. He and mama gave me quick kisses on my forehead and I padded towards my bedroom