Personal Narrative: Adolf Hitler
Chapter four
Servitude
Although father’s body was removed from the apartment the night he died, it never felt like he was completely gone until last night. I didn’t even try to sleep. I knew it was nearly impossible. My mind wouldn’t allow me to rest. It was full of teasing thoughts. Imaginary ones that tricked me into believing there was still a future for me to thoughts that laid out the bleak reality. I couldn’t turn them off. It was a miserable night of seesaw as my outlook seemed as imbalanced as the childish beam itself. Before I knew it, the doors on the clock opened and the dancers appeared with a warning. It was 7 o’clock and I realized life as I knew it had vanished. Today would start my subjection in the home …show more content…
It was hard to appear grateful under the circumstances, but I was. I could not live with myself if I had sent Papa to the chimney. Something Germans cringed about since the horrors of Hitler’s death camps were exposed. It was a dark history for Germany regardless of whether we believed in the regime or not. It was a scar the world would never let us forget. I followed Fräulein Kerner, who introduced herself to me as Lena, to the laundry room. She was thankfully very kind in her instructions and thorough in her training, but aptly warned me not to consort with the family or guests. With the type of work Herr Franke did along with his connections, his home became a central point for entertaining many political leaders and elite. As hired help we stayed out of their business. I never perceived this to be a problem. I was not a social person to begin with. I was more skilled at frightening friends away than keeping them. Now, with the only people who mattered to me, gone, I had nothing to talk about. They wouldn’t have to worry about me. I worked diligently through the day and picked up what was required of me quickly. When five o'clock came, I was more exhausted than I imagined I would be. I had just untied my apron and folded it in the back room when a young woman came fleeting by. She stopped and looked at me
Servitude
Although father’s body was removed from the apartment the night he died, it never felt like he was completely gone until last night. I didn’t even try to sleep. I knew it was nearly impossible. My mind wouldn’t allow me to rest. It was full of teasing thoughts. Imaginary ones that tricked me into believing there was still a future for me to thoughts that laid out the bleak reality. I couldn’t turn them off. It was a miserable night of seesaw as my outlook seemed as imbalanced as the childish beam itself. Before I knew it, the doors on the clock opened and the dancers appeared with a warning. It was 7 o’clock and I realized life as I knew it had vanished. Today would start my subjection in the home …show more content…
It was hard to appear grateful under the circumstances, but I was. I could not live with myself if I had sent Papa to the chimney. Something Germans cringed about since the horrors of Hitler’s death camps were exposed. It was a dark history for Germany regardless of whether we believed in the regime or not. It was a scar the world would never let us forget. I followed Fräulein Kerner, who introduced herself to me as Lena, to the laundry room. She was thankfully very kind in her instructions and thorough in her training, but aptly warned me not to consort with the family or guests. With the type of work Herr Franke did along with his connections, his home became a central point for entertaining many political leaders and elite. As hired help we stayed out of their business. I never perceived this to be a problem. I was not a social person to begin with. I was more skilled at frightening friends away than keeping them. Now, with the only people who mattered to me, gone, I had nothing to talk about. They wouldn’t have to worry about me. I worked diligently through the day and picked up what was required of me quickly. When five o'clock came, I was more exhausted than I imagined I would be. I had just untied my apron and folded it in the back room when a young woman came fleeting by. She stopped and looked at me