Broken Beginnings: Chapter Sixteen and Seventeen (Final Rewrites)

Chapter Sixteen:

Thursday. Jan.05.1939

The days tend to bleed together now. I go by the Calendar Father put up before they took him away to figure out what day it is. Soon it will be a week since they took Father away, Mother has gone out to get our rations, only saying enough to let me know that I must stay here and keep an eye on Naomi. I can only pray that she is not taken away as well, because I do not know what we would do without her. I cannot let Naomi know that I am worried about Mother, I must remain calm, for Naomi.

I have fed Naomi some bread and w little bit of jam that was left, I had bread with nothing on it, but when you are hungry you do not complain, and Naomi does not understand the way I do. I am just happy, she was able to eat, even if the ring of jam around her face made me giggle. It was good that we had food, because there were days when I did not eat in order to make sure Naomi did, the rations seems to get smaller and smaller, as if they are wanting to starve us to death, and perhaps that is what they are trying to do.

Naomi and I sat at the table for a long time, Naomi clinging to the doll that she received at Hanukkah, as well as the rag doll I made her, she found comfort in those dolls, just as she did in the stories I weaved…