March 21 1859
My friend,
I really need to make a habit of writing everyday. It's been about a week since we last "spoke", but don't worry, nothing much has happened. There appears to be a plague going around, a small one but it's still rather scary. I hear some people don't even know they have it but then they die a slow painful death. I heard one girl was walking down the street when she suddenly fell ill and dropped dead. I hardly believe thats true, but if someone thinks that this plague does that then they shall die that way. I try to tell my mother this but she won't ever listen to me. I guess if she becomes ill she'll leave, so as not to make me sick. The doctors are beinging to lose hope, with me not this other plague. My mother, too. But I? I will never lose hope, for as long as I can stand and breath I will never lose my hope. Those people I spoke of last time come almost everyday. They seem so nice and I believe they will help win this battle. The only thing that could possibly stop them from coming, they say, is if they all fell ill and died. I feel i can trust them and I want to be their friend as much as they want to be mine. I just don't think Mother will approve. I must go now, Mother says dinner is ready. Good night my friend and I shall hopefully remember to talk to you tomorrow.
