Its August 18, 1793, Its boiling hot outside on the empty streets of Philadelphia, dirt is filling my lungs every time I breath, the streets are filled with the nauseating stench of death, and fever. I have no place to go. My family are all fever victims, I am left with no money, no home, no family, and worst of all -no job. As I am walking past the coffeehouse, My friend Mattie who I thought died of fever, comes to me and and gives me kind smile with a tight hug. “Oh Taylor,” Mattie said with worry in her voice, “ get inside tell me what's happened since the fever!” I told Mattie everything. I trusted her with anything, Mattie is like my twin sister always there from me when I needed her. We’ve known each other ever since we learned
