Rebecca (Becca) Alder was only ten years old when the war first started. She witnessed her parents slaughtered in front of her. Can she survive? Can she find a new life, and maybe even love? Mature.
*In the process of being revised and edited*
I stand on the train platform waving at my husband, with our baby daughter Beverly in my arms. He's off to war again, he was here for a few months. The warm August air swirled around, the trains kicked up lots of dust. He gave Bev a kiss on her head and me and kiss on the lips, and left. It wasn't passionate like last time, because we thought he would come home again soon. I didn't know I wouldn't see him for a very long time. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I walked back into the penthouse, and I set down Beverly in he crib. Then I walked to my bed, and broke down. My husband would miss out on the special moments of our daughters life in the next couple months. He would probably miss her first steps, and maybe even her first word. That hurt, we should experience that together. Not hundreds of miles apart... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Time passed, memories have been made, few letters have arrived here. Jack is still in Korea fighting and it's December. He's going to miss Beverly's first Christmas, I abandoned my Jewish beliefs after the war... I celebrate the Christian holiday for Jack. Jack said he won't be home until April, so he will probably miss Beverly's first birthday to. It just hurts me to have him miss out on everything. Our daughter doesn't even know who he is really, and that makes me want to cry. Beverly has my hazel eyes, but she has Jack's jet black hair. She's gorgeous. Her birthday, April 18th, 1951; is tattooed on Jack's arm. Along with our wedding date. Honestly it's so hard, it's like ending a single mother. I know thought, that Bev will grow up having lots of love surrounding her. Her father will probably beat the first boy she brings home. She has the best father, I know she's going to have a wonderful life. Much better than mine for sure, and better than Jack's to. I will make sure she's always happy. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . April 1952 Jack's still not home, he's been gone since August. I hate him being gone. Yesterday he missed our daughters first birthday, and her first word. "Dada." Which broke my heart, because she hadn't seen her father in months. I hear a knock so I walk to the door. A soldier stands there. Which confuses me. "Mrs. Pines?" The solider asked. I nod, still confused. Then I realize why the soldiers here, Jack... "I am sorry Mrs. Pines, but your husband Jack was killed in battle." He tells me. I fall to the ground and sob, Jack.. no. "No!" I sob, half screaming. The soldier is still standing there, he hands me a flag. "He will have the honorable soldier funeral tomorrow at noon if that's okay?" He speaks. I nod, everything's a blur. Jack... he's gone, forever. I'll never hold him in my arms again, I'll never see his face again, he'll never call me angel again. He'll never see our daughter again. Our daughter will grow up not knowing him. . . . . . . . . . . I sit there sobbing into my hands for awhile, and the soldier comforts me. "Jack was a very good man, he doesn't deserve this at all." He comforts, then leaves. Jack is gone forever. Forever. Forever. The words circle in my head, dead forever, dead forever. I ran into the house and picked up Bev and hugged her tight. She's the only thing I have left in this world, and I'm not letting her leave me to. The Day Of The Funeral Dressed in black I watch as the soldiers carry my husband in a casket with a flag over it. It hurts so much...
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Tears fog up my vision, my friend from the office holds my baby girl. The officers set down the casket and I take my daughter and walk up to it. They have the casket open so I can see his handsome face. He was shot in the heart and died instantly, I place a picture of all of us the day after Bev's birth on his chest. Right where his heart is, because he'll always be in our hearts. I stare at his face, knowing it'll be the last time I see it. God it hurts. I lean down and kiss her forehead and walk away, I hand Bev back to my friend. We speak about him, and I manage to not break down.
But I lose it as soon as they start lowering the casket into the ground. It makes it so much more real, knowing he's totally gone. His body will rot away while Bev and I are alive. Even though I know he's in heaven it hurts. I fall to the ground and sob, people pat my back. He's gone, gone forever. Bev will never know her father. She won't know how great he was... . . . . . . . . . . . . . Two Years Later Being a single mother is hard, luckily with my book sales coming in, and me running Jack's company we get lots of money. Bev is three now, yesterday she asked where her daddy was. It hurt me so much. People say time eases the pain, but really it just makes the pain worse. Every night I still cry myself to sleep. Beverly reminds me so much of her father, it's crazy. I know one day she will become somebody amazing. She will change the world. She's already so smart. I just wish her father was here. I will always try my best to be there for her. The Korean War ended luckily and our country is out of war with everyone luckily. I visit Jack's grave weekly. It hurts so much...
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I never want Bev to experience war, war has taken so much from me. I wrote a part two of my book about the my life after Alec's death up to the days after Jack's death. It just scares me so much, everyone that means something to me dies... and I can't loose my daughter, she's the only thing I have left. I will protect her with my life, but I'm just so scared... I know I will have good and bad times raising her. But the good will outweigh the bad.
But no matter what happens I know I will always be the Holocaust Girl. For my life back in World War Two always catches up with me. Sincerely, the Holocaust Girl. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Thanks for reading until the end! It means a lot to me! I might do a sequel following Bev's life growing up in the 50's and 60's. But that won't be for around a month if I do it. Thanks again, check out my other stories to, I'm sure you'll like them. Tysm, until next time ~Emma.
