december 13 1944

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Flowers. Colourful flowers. Papa will bring me flowers. Pretty colours. I miss papa.
It smells like momma too! My dress is torn oh my! I shall ask momma to mend it for me. I will be a good girl. Oh yes momma will be proud of little Karen.
Pretty gardens. I want to see them again. I want to talk to them. I want to play with them. I will be a good girl. Then momma will play with me.
Bones in the garden. Pretty flowers. I want to play hide and seek with them.
"Oh would you look at the state of that dress!" momma would say. My sleeves are stained oh my, oh dear!
The colour of roses. Wilting roses.
I don't want them to wilt...

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