Broken Beginnings Chapter Thirty

Michelle Renee Kidwell
5 min readDec 14, 2021


Chapter Thirty:

Early March 1939:

When will this stop? When will be allowed to go back to our lives? When can we stop fearing that every noise we hear is the Nazi’s. I want this to end, I want my family back. I want my life back.

Naomi deserves to be enjoying life, she deserves to enjoy being a child, she shouldn’t have to be scared, but she’s scared all the time and that is not fair to her.

Before the Nazi’s took our radio, we could hear the news, but that is no longer possible, and not knowing is definitely harder than knowing. I know that Ima wishes we knew about Father, I wish that too, the not knowing is hard, it weighs on all of us.

I miss going to school, playing with friends, doing the things we used to do. I miss the way Naomi used to be able to take part in our games, no one stopped her because they knew I wanted her there and I would defend Naomi, after all she was my twin. It wasn’t her fault her brain didn’t work right and she didn’t deserve to be punished for that. But now many like her were being taken away for something they could not help.

What possible threat could Naomi be to the Nazi’s? It wasn’t logical, but nothing these monsters did was.

I was sure there were good men amongst the monsters, men forced to do things they did not want to do, for a cause they were forced into, but the ones that I had came across were mean and scary, they took Mothers and Fathers away from Children, and Children away from their parents.

I want something different for Naomi, I do not want my sister to be a victim of a madman. I don’t want her to be another number, another victim for Hitler to celebrate over, and he celebrates the death.

It’s early In March, though the days are still a blur, so spring will soon be on its way. Naomi and I use to love Spring, but there is nothing to celebrate this year, we can’t go out and play in the sunshine, or watch the flowers starting to bloom.

But there has been something good, Mother has managed to get extra rations, I do not know how, and I do not dare ask her, but for a change we can all eat, I know that this can change, so I am going to be grateful while we have it.



Michelle Renee Kidwell

Faith is the strength by which a shattered world shall emerge in the light: Helen Keller