Isabella Kent: Under the Shadow of Smoke

My life is a crumbling house. I am quiet as a mouse. When I climb and clean chimneys, it is never enough. My boss and work is very tough. My wages and my sister’s for my crumbling family do not suffice. I stole a bag of rice. To feed my little sister named Kate. Therefore, my first time in jail was at the age of eight. Whippings continue for a whole week. I am extremely weak. Once I was out, I resumed my flight up the blackened chimney, still trying to earn my family money. However, in several years’ time the money and food had ran dry, leaving me nothing but to steal some rye. This time I was in jail for three weeks. When I got out, I was jobless and this time extremely weak. I decided to settle down. I picked the most eligible bachelor in the town. Finally, this bachelor and I was hitched and got my family out of the ditch. We had a family of our own. The crumbling house I cement with stone. Life finally became a beautiful paradise. Now I have more to suffice.