The Separation Story: August 31, 1939

The Separation Story. August 31, 1939. The sun was setting in the west as Margaret and I skipped home from our self-defense class; Margaret asked if we could stop. Betty, can we please stop and play on the playground?" Margaret begged for a quote. "No, Margaret, Mother wants us home before dark," I replied. "But we're just kids; we're 12 years old and don't have much of our childhood left. With all our training and self-defense, we don't have much time to play and be kids." Margaret spoke to the skeptics. "Fine, but only for 10 minutes," I replied. Once our ten minutes were over, we were knackered and ready to go to bed. When we got home, Mother had food waiting for us on the table. We washed up and sat down. Oooh, my favorite bologna casserole
Mother tried to cover up what was going on with many excuses. It's been a few days, and we're getting settled into our new home. We moved into a house and started to get settled. Mother was gone throughout the day; she went to go and watch over the Nazis at a concentration camp. She always wore something to blend in as a citizen of Poland, which was usually a white dress. While she was gone, I had to stay home alone. I wouldn't go to a public school, especially since I've homeschooled my whole life. Sometimes, I taught myself school and read many books, but a lot of the time, I worked on self-defense. I missed my twin sister Betty a lot and wished I could write letters to her, but I knew they probably had left Britain, and there was no way we would know where they were. I wish I knew where my sister was. It had been a week or two, and now September 17, 1939. Today was the day when the Soviet Union invaded Poland. My mom is now on another mission. She was investigating Stalin. I wasn't happy that she was on two missions now. She was constantly gone and in a lot of danger. I rarely get to see
My mother had had many close calls with her missions, but she had made it out alive each time. The war was still going on, and more things were getting crazy. I didn't have much to do, so I turned on the radio and tuned into the news; I heard many concerning things. The Soviets started to deport hundreds of thousands of Poles from the annexed territories into the USSR and carry out the Katyn Massacre. Many people didn't know what was going on. All I knew was that my mother might have gotten into more missions with everything that was increasing. Later, my mother came home and told me that her agency would put her on the mission of the Soviets deporting people, but she told them no because she was already on two different missions. I was so happy to hear she wouldn't be in much danger. A few weeks went by, and it was May 20, 1940. My mother just came home from being on her mission, and she told me that the Nazis opened up a new camp called Auschwitz. The Nazis were taking more Jews to these camps. Rumor was that Auschwitz was a death camp for Jews. I didn't know much about Jews, but all I knew was that Hitler didn't like them, and he wanted them gone. I found Hitler to be an evil