This is the room that myself and my 13 siblings sleep in. It is very easy to get sick if one of us is. Today my brother has the flu, and because we are so crammed, four more of my brothers have it as well.
Myself, and 7 of my siblings sleep in a bed around this size and in about this condition. I don't get much sleep at night.
On my way to the factory in the morning, I walk by my deceased friend's house, Bethany. She died due to an epidemic that was spread throughout her home. I get very sad each morning because I begin to remember that she will no longer be in the factory with me.
Today I witnessed a horrible event, my brother, Jeffery, tried to fix the machine and got his arm stuck in it. Unfortunately, he now does not have a right hand or forearm.
I do not want to go inside because there is a high chance I will become sad because of the loss of Jeffrey's arm.
It was time to go to bed, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep knowing that my brother's arm is gone and remembering the great times that I experienced with Bethany. In my bed, I lay and begin to cry, thinking of Bethany.