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…