It's official, I can not handle this. I woke up in the morning and I saw my mother and father crying. The house was robbed. Our last bit of food was gone. I went out into the city to see if there was at least a loaf of bread. From the distance a saw a familiar man in the distance. It was my brother Jacob who went to Lydda. I ran to him giving him a big hug! We went home but it was strange how no one was at the house. It was my brother and I in the house for about 2 hours. We caught up and he told me how the famine didn't affect him so much. I wonder if my other 2 brothers were affected. Hopefully they can stop by and say hello!
So while I was talking to my brother about the Romans, my mother and father walked into the house with my other 2 brothers. The whole family is here! They also brought food for us. They weren't affected too. I wonder why Jerusalem was.