I never get to see my family. I'm sad and miss them, especially when i have difficult days. I also feel lonely. As an indentured servant, I signed a contract to work in exchange for a place to live. I was told that the contract included paying off my travel debt from Europe. A lot was happening in New Amsterdam, and a surge of new immigrants were arriving by the day, There were rumors that England was interested in the area. My mother died in childbirth after a long and difficult winter. Me and my siblings had all been working or were nearly working. We were a very poor family. We lived near the water and on a farm that had animals. My oldest sister married at 18 and had 2 children of her own. They lived in the small farmhouse also. There was often little food to go around, and clothes were ratty. My brother christian was able to get education until the end of his 12th year. After that it was too difficult to go to school. Martin (my other brother) went to school a little, and Picasso refused. He stayed home to paint the flowers with flower dyes. Once his mother died, I heard of opportunities and wanted a life.