A Short Story About the Great Depression

Hi, my name is William, William Henry Wilson, and I have a story, and this is only the beginning. As I sit next to my bedside I can’t help but wonder where they are. Every night I get down on my knees and talk to the so called “God” and ask him to take care of my sister up in heaven, I ask him where Mom and Dad are and I hope that maybe they are right next to him and not suffering somewhere. Some days I start to doubt if he’s even real. I think “if this God is real how he could have let such horrible things happen”.

On the other hand he did help me overcome this unfortunate time and I was blessed with something greater than life. Though all I have left of Mom and Dad is this torn up picture that sits next to my bedside, when i look at it im not sure whether to be joyful and remnants of all our happy family moments or think about the last time I ever saw them smile, better yet the last time I ever saw them at all.

Looking back i didn’t understand the severity of what was about to occur and change my life forever. I would say family was wealthy in the early 1920s, we owned fancy cars, our house was pretty large compared to others, and Grandma’s favorite phrase every time she came to visit me in Los Angeles went as far as saying ¨Oh William Henry you are so spoiled”, she then went on to say “ how lucky” we are and that “most children do not get what my sister and i get”.

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I wish I knew where grandma was today but just like everyone else maybe she is in a better place. I had a sister, yes key word “had” she passed away about two year ago at the age of seven from Malaria. I remember the last time i saw her and at that point she wasn’t herself anymore. She had let the disease overtake her, that “beautiful Kaytie smile” was gone, and the spirit was gone. I miss her every single day, yet I can't help but wonder if there was a reason, a very specific reason why she was taken away from us, maybe just maybe it was for the better. I do stand by “everything happens for a reason” and i believe there was a reason behind it. Father always worked really hard to provide such nice things for us even if working hard meant not seeing his family from time to time.

After Kaytie died Father stuck to making money and keeping his emotions to himself it was quite like a brick wall when you tried to talk to him. Mom was always the one checking up on everyone and everything. Her iconic phrase was “is there anything i can do for you”. Money was a way out for us though at the time not only did my Mom and Dad take the money for granted but as a fourteen year old boy I did not understand how easily something may be taken away from you. Something bad was about to happen and little did I know that a day that was supposed to be “my day” and celebrated turned into a nightmare in the making. Father came home and mentioned something called a “stock market crash”. October thirtieth nineteen twenty nine, my birthday.

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