Broken Beginnings: Chapter Forty Two

Chapter Forty Two:



Saturday March.18.1939





The days bleed together, nothing changes, twice a week another goes to get our rations, while Naomi and I stay home, the safety of these four walls, but I’m not really sure how safe it is, the Gestapo can come breaking through our door at any minute. I cannot let Naomi know I am afraid though, or it is only going to scare her more, and she does not need that, because she’s scared enough.





Mother has gone to get our rations, so it must be Saturday, before on Saturdays we would hear noise on the streets, father’s walking to Synagogue, Children playing, those sounds are all gone now, replaced with a deeper sadness, more and more men go missing, taken by the Gestapo, the way Father was, it’s still painful to think about.



I must keep Naomi occupied, but it’s getting harder as she grows more and more restless. But I’m running out of ways to keep her entertained. She grows more and more distant and I don’t like seeing the pain in her eyes. I don’t like the way she goes listless.



I fear that both Mother and Naomi are going to fade away, and then I’ll be left alone. What’s going to happen to me, if I’m left alone.





I don’t want to face this alone, and I don’t want to loose my family. I need my Mother and my sister, the idea of loosing them scares me. Bur in a way it seems that they are already gone only a shell of themselves remain.





I’ve been finding my escape in the…