Hello. My name is Georgia Ann Cutler and I live in Southern Carolina with my ma', pa' my big sister, Connie, and my big brother, Billy. I'm ten years old and the youngest of the bunch. We're a pretty close-knit family even though we don't really see each other for most of the day. I spend my whole morning and early afternoon in school. Connie, who's 13, already has a job. She works at a textile mill. Connie used to go to school just like me, but ever since my family started having problems with money she had to help out. Whenever she's not too tired I sometimes talk to Connie about what it's like being so grown up and havin' a job and providin' a livin' for others. She tells me that it's hard and very exhausting. She says that she has to stand on her feet all day surrounded by big and scary looking machinery. Since Connie's still young and somewhat short she sometimes can't reach all the tall machines, so she has to stand on a flimsy cardboard box. Connie's job consists of spinnin' and spoolin' cloth. Billy, who's 15 also has a job, but he also attends school. He's a newspaper boy. I don't ask him too many questions about his life because now that Billy's gettin' older he don't really like talking to little ten year old girls, even if I am his sister. Billy thinks he's turnin' into a man and is too mature to explain things to me. But I've seen boys about his age standing in the streets yellin' the newspaper headlines, tryin' to sell the paper and it don't look like too much fun. My father works as a stonecutter. My mother always reminds us kids how lucky we are that my father was able to keep his job after the company started laying off a lot of its workers not too long ago. My father is a wonderful man. He always thinks of all us kids. Every day after he comes home from work, he buys us a li...