Broken Beginnings: Chapter Thirty Nine:

Sunday.March.12.1939





I can hear the church bells in the distance, I used to love the sound, but now they just make me sad, it is no longer safe for us to go to Synagogue. My heart and head hurt thinking of everything we have lost, the worst of course being Father, even being held a prisoner in our own home, would be more tolerable with Father, I Wouk do not wake up to Mother’s tears, the way I did this morning.





If Father were here Naomi would still have her laughter, I miss the sound of her goggles, her easy smile, the way she always wanted to be my shadow. She’s a shell of herself, a broken little girl, and now she does look little and helpless, it has now fallen on me to keep her safe.





I’m only a girl myself, eleven, but that hardly matters when we are at war, when we have to fight for our very survival. They want us dead, I know that, just as I know my name. We are Jews and in the eyes of the Nazi’s we deserve to die. But why? Simply because we exist.





It isn’t fair, none of this is, but I cannot let my weakness show, I cannot let anyone see what is happening to Mother or Naomi, because if I did that, they would take them and I would truly be left alone, I’m not ready for that, I never will be.





The Holy days come and go, but not even they seem to matter anymore, we used to look forward to the Sabbath, but now we just feel alone, and there’s no way to keep Holy, or even to attempt to keep Kosher, when…