Broken Beginnings Chapter Fourteen and Fifteen (Final Rewrites)

Chapter Fourteen:

Sunday.January.01.1939

Everything is so quiet, Mother and Naomi do not speak. Mother goes about the morning routine, fixing us breakfast, but she does not speak. There is nothing that really can be said, Father is gone, and we do not know when and if we are going to see him again. We can only pray that we will be able to see Father again, but Mother cannot even utter our names let alone his. She looks like she has aged a hundred years in less than twenty four hours.

I do my best to assure Naomi that everything is going to be okay, despite the fact that I do not know. I must do my best to calm both Naomi and Mother down, it feels very much like I have taken the role of Mother now, because our Mother is unable to take on that role.

Late at night when it’s just Naomi and I lying in bed, I tell stories like I did before. My sister needs to hear the stories, the happy stories, because they are the only thing that will bring a smile to her face, unfortunately nothing has brought words to her lips since the Nazi officers, took our Father away, Mother has not spoken since then either, and I cannot know what tomorrow will bring. Mother does what she has always done, she simply does it without words.

More Fathers have disappeared over the weekend, not only ours, but others as well. They are taking all the men away from their families, trying to leave us helpless. But these men, these monsters, do not know the strength I have. They do not know that we are stronger than we think.

I refuse to let hatred kill me, I am not going to give that kind of satisfaction. I am going to fight to survive this, and if I don’t, I am going to die fighting. I am not going to easily give up.

Sone may think I am too young to think about death, I am only a girl of ten, but things are different when yon live through a time like this, a time when others are trying to destroy you simply for who you are. I am a Jew, according to these monsters that means I deserve to die, but they feel that way about anyone who is different, they have a messed up idea about perfection. Do they not realize that no one is perfect, certainly not them!