February 7, 1711
Dear Diary,
Good Morrow! Today is Sunday, the day we go to church (1, If You Lived in Colonial Times). Everyone in my family can’t miss it, even Eli (2, IYLICT). My dad goes to church before we do because he works there. He’s the tithing man. That is the watch man that makes sure no one is asleep or talking in church (3, IYLICT). Church is a serious thing.
Today was a normal church day, we did many bible readings and prayers. I prayed for Finn (4, IYLICT). No one was doing anything wrong in church today, until I broke the behaviour. I shooshed Eli in his wooden cage because he was whining way too loud (5, IYLICT). Then I asked Rosanna if she could make Eli be quiet, but suddenly I got hit by a pole on the head by my father. I couldn't believe my own father hit me. After all, it is his job, but I still can’t believe he didn’t even hesitate. Not only did he hit me, he hit me hard. He gave me a huge mark from the wooden knob at the end of the pole (6, IYLICT). I tried hard not to cry. Rosanna gave me a hug and told me to take deep breaths. She made me feel a whole lot better.
When we were out of church, everyone was talking about my hit on the head. I tried to make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal, but I was embarrassed. I tried to avoid my father, but I knew it wouldn’t work much longer. Oh mary! Why did this have to happen to me?
At home as I sat by the hearth, my father sat with me and told me how horrible I was in church. I was surprised and upset. I thought I was going to get an apology. I tried not to hit my own father in the head, but I did and it felt good, but it did not feel good when he got revenge.
I sat in bed tonight and held wounded arm tight. I hope my arm will be okay from father’s revenge.
Fare thee well,
Rebekah
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