The Impossible ||| l.h

★彡Kapital 4

Sie/her

September 1,1939

Frankfurt, Germany

7 months. 7months since my dear mother went to be with my father. 7 long months. We all thought it was a small case of pneumonia. Funny. That's how all things start. Small. Such as happiness. Sadness. Love. Sickness. It all just builds up to a climax.

Mother seemed to only have pneumonia. I assumed within a week she'd be better. We actually never found out what was wrong with her along with the pneumonia. Doctors were too expensive. We tried our best with our available, natural medicine. But, it didn't help. I remember the day I found out she died. I remember it crystal clear.

I was walking home from school. Luke was sick that day with the flu. As I walked into my home , I felt an all to familiar feeling. The feeling I had when my father died.

I called for Opa. He didn't answer. I walked upstairs to check on my mother. As I entered her dark room, something was defiantly different. She was much paler than she was before; if that's even possible. She wasn't breathing, I saw. I tried to wake her, but Opa came behind and put his hand on my shoulder. I turn and looked at his tearstained face.

"She's gone too, Birgitta." He swallowed, "Just after breakfast."

I turned and cried into his chest.

The next day was the funeral.

The funeral was just a replay of fathers. Not all of it though. Luke wasn't there. He wasn't there to hold me, to wipe my tears. He wasn't there to tell me everything was going to be alright. He was home sick. That wasn't his fault though. He is here for me now and that's all that matters.

Technically, he's not here literally, since he's at Hitler Youth and I am at the park. But my only friend who is a girl, Sofia, is here with me. She is talking about how dreamy a boy at school is. This is the reason I only have boys as friends, excluding Sofia. Less gossip about girls and boys.

Don't get me wrong, Sofia is a lovely girl. With her blond hair, and shinning blue eyes, she was defiantly a looker. She was also a major pushover. Changing her mind faster than you could say Guttentag.

"Birgitta, he brushed my arm and everything! If Frau Hubberman saw us, we would be dead for sure." Sofia beamed.

"That's very nice, Sofia." I say, very bored.

"Birgitta," She says slowly.

"Hmm?"

"Could I trust you with something?" she asked.

"Of course, Sofia." I say, still bored. If I knew Sofia, it would be about liking a boy. Again.

"You can't tell anyone, especially him!"

"Him?" I ask.

"Promise!" she says desperately.

"Of course, Sofia."

"I... like this boy."

Called it.

"Who?" I say, still bored, picking an apple off the apple tree in the park as we sat on a stone bench.

"You promise you won't tell?" She asks again.

"Promise." I say, taking a bite out of the apple.

"Luke."

I put my hand to my chest as I begin to choke on my apple.

"Oh my goodness, Birgitta. Are you alright?" She asks, patting my back.

I signal her with my hand to stop patting. "Luke?" I ask in shock still trying to breath.

"Yes" She said sheepishly , "Is that why-"

"No." I cut her off. Luke?

"Why would you like him?" I ask in disgust. Not disgust that she likes him. Disgust because she likes my best friend.

"He's so dreamy, blond, blue-eyed. Looks like he can..." she began, but I cut her off once again.

"But he's so... Luke."

"I ju... Wait? Do you like him?" She asks in surprise.

I laugh. "No. That's gross. I know him to well and he's only 15. A year older than I . When I like someone he has to be at least 2 or 3 years older than me." I proclaim.

"Well you have to admit, Luke isn't bad on the eye." she says, arching her eyebrow.

"Sofia, that's disgusting. I mean, I've known him since birth , practically. I have seen the best and the worst , I just....No." I say, as a shiver goes up my spine.

"Then that also means you know his best qualities. You know all the good things about him!" she beams.

"And the bad. Luke; no thank you." I say, beginning to stand.

"But Bir-" she gets cut off by yelling. Not a single person, but many.

I look at her. "It's coming from town." I say.

We both dash from the park, running to town. We ran for awhile, seeing as the park was quite far away from the town.

Once I got to town, we saw the whole city in an uproar. People cheering, some weeping. Some not knowing what to do.

Sofia and I tried to ask someone what was happening, but no one seemed to pay attention to us.

I see Luke in the crowd, surprisingly, and make my way over to him. Grabbing Sofia's hand along the way.

"Luke, what's happening?" I ask.

"You haven't heard?" he yells, trying to top the noise.

I shake my head no, seeing as yelling would do no good.

"Hitler has attacked Poland. It's war!" He yells.

War.