How I got back home? The Adventures of Julia Gray

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Dear Luke,

This dark side of London that I always hear about in school is getting bloody. The Axis powers are kicking our rear ends. Mum and I are on our last legs. Our library got burned unfortunately , and school is burned down as well. 

I surely hope you get to read this dear brother for I fear that they will take this away from you because I just want you to know this. How is the battlefields? I sure do hope that you get a newspaper out there. I did however got to salvage one book from our library. It's hidden in my hat box in my closet, Shh!

 I am so sorry to have to tell you this, but your dear friend, Anne(I always thought you guys had things for each other) died from pneumonia no more than a week ago.

I do hope God does save us from this living hell called World War II. Do come home soon.

Love,

Julia Gray, your loving sister

That was 5 days ago since I wrote that letter, and I'm hoping he did actually get it. My Mum and I went to the kitchen this morning to hopefully find one bag of tea. Good God there's one! I get the steel tea kettle and put water in it from the well outside. 

It's a cloudy day here in London, and quite frankly, it always has been. I picked a few carrots from our personal garden. Well what's left of it anyway. My mum found one cup of porridge and about one cup of oatmeal. I have to go to the shop today anyway. We made some breakfast, and after eating it my mum made an inventory of the cupboard to show me what we have left.

I counted about ten shillings. Okay, if I use three today for food and three for two pounds of firewood we would have about four shillings left. I walked into the shop to see a telegram from our dear monarch telling us about France major losses. Oh goodness. Their military force sure has gone down in the past decade.

I bought a pound of porridge and chicken. The corn meal was half off. Might as well grab some. I bought tea bags, and seeds to plant produce.

I got to main street, or as I call it now , main hell. I ran into my good old friend, Phillip. "Why hello Phillip. How do you get on?" I asked.

 "Julia I'm afraid to tell you, but very poorly. We are going through hardships right now, but who isn't?" he responded.

 "True, true, very true. Have you called on Jessica Johnson lately?" Julia pondered.

 "Oh I wish. Oh I do wish. She is going through poverty herself. It's very hard to call on someone when your school is burned down." Phillip explained. 

"Well that's too bad. I was in town to get some food, but do you care to help me get firewood?" I asked.

 "Why yes I would love to, I do warn you of the Germans , so I do want you safe." he said.

When we got to Peter's Lumber shop, it looked very empty. He came out (Peter) and told us,"my dears I do say you are lucky to come at this time because I only have one pound of wood left." I suppose the Nazis used it to burn books.

I got home at around half past four to find mum knitting mindlessly looking into the burning piece of wood. No expressions . No sign of emotion. Nothing. "Mum? Are you alright? It's me, Julia."

 "Oh! Julia, I'm so glad you're home I've been worried sick. Are you okay?" she said after she got out of her gaze.

 "Yes I found Phillip. We went to go get the wood. Did you get the telegram?" I asked as I get a kettle to make some corn meal with steamed carrots.

 "No what did it say? Was it from the monarch? Is the war over?" she asked.

 " I'm afraid not mum. Quite frankly, it has just begun. France lost big time. " I answered.

 "Oh no! I knew France was a softy. Those low down bottom feeding Germans. " she growled out. I finished dinner. Mum said her prayers. 

"Dear God. Please help us through these hardships, and may you bless the food. Keep us safe and protected especially our dear Luke out there in the war. May your angels keep charge over us, and may we help any angel in disguise. Even if they come through our front door. In Christ's name we pray, Amen" Mum concluded.

 "Amen" We didn't even take one single bite because we heard the front door. It was a Jew.