At Father's Inn     

     Today, I went to see father. Once I arrived at the inn, Sally greeted me warmly, and I went to father’s room to see him. He was so thin, pale and weak, and I really couldn't believe how much he had changed from the last time I saw him! 

     We talked for a while, asking about how we were doing, and soon, he told me that Sam was now living alone since Bett had died a few years ago, and he had the smallpox. Poor Sam! But we moved on to other topics like how the inn was doing, and soon, father seemed out of breath and tired, so I left him to sleep. 

     But I really wondered how I was to tell him that the Americans had declared war on us. The news would certainly worry him, affecting his ill condition. I am also worrying about my children, because nobody knows where the Americans would strike. James told me that four main areas were possible targets: Amherstburg on the Southern tip of Lake Erie, Kingston, Montreal, and Queenston, which worries me because we live in Queenston! 

     So I pray that father will face the news of war, and that James and the children would be safe. It is getting late now, so I better go to sleep! I will update you tomorrow! Good night!