Dear Edlin

Edlin: my depressing life

NEEDS TO bE EDITED VIVIAN

EDLIN POV

Entry 1 (Day 1) - before

September 3, 1941

My eyes are blue. To most this wouldn't matter, but this little, insignificant, detail may be the only reason i'm alive.

I'm the only one of my siblings who has blue eyes. My sister and brother have deep dark eyes, the color of chocolate. My siblings have always been lively, always happy, as if everyday was their birthday. 

I'm pretty sure my sister takes after my mother and doesn't like me very much but my brother is ok I guess. Unlike them, i've always had one best friend. 

His name is Tad. We've known each other for what seems like an eternity and he's felt like a brother to me more than my actual siblings have. 

We met on a stormy, snowy and over all horrid day. But that day will always be special to me. I only have a mother, and she doesn't seem to care about me very much even though I excel at basically everything in school and I don't really cause any trouble. 

Up until about a year ago my mother never minded that i'd spent more time with Tad than I did at home, I liked it better that way. No one else minded either so everyone was happy. 

Then all of the sudden my friendship with Tad was like some sort of tragedy. Anytime it was mentioned either my mother would get angry saying things like, "you shouldn't be around people like him". 

When I started going to school again, I understood. Tad was jewish. But he wasn't any different from anyone else, if anything he was better than them.'

 Whenever people saw that I was with him they started to act different, avoiding me like I was a disease, and my family would often tell me to stop seeing him. 

I won't say it out loud, but I could care less what religion or ethnicity Tad is, I wouldn't abandon him no matter what, and I hope he never abandons me. 

*not my writing*