How I Want My Story to Be

History Of My Life

The Battle Of Berlin was the last major war battle in Europe during World War II. April 16th - May 2 1945. My dad was 5 years old and was sent away through the window of the kinder train leaving Hamburg with only a little bag that had his name written on it „Bruce".
All alone, He was traumatized! Wondering if he would ever see his parents again.
He never imagined the last memory of his mother would be pushing him threw a cramped window of a departing train. Bruce was confused, feeling a bit of relief. No more hiding, running through streets of the dead, flames, and polluted air. No more loud house shaking destructions and murder keeping him up at night. Watching her be handcuffed with his father as the train departed was draining, being a child, a number. Having no power or say, just helplessness towering over him. Sometimes even shame came over him, why did he not belong he would ponder, what was wrong with him. He began to watch the fires grow in the distance, feeling fidgety not being able to sit still. The seats were cold, torn. The breeze rushing in, causing chills and numbness.  Bruce could barely hear his own thoughts, all the other children like him, cold and scared. Yet Bruce felt alone, with all these thoughts and questions but no answers ...

After a long appalling train ride he ended up at the airport where he boarded a flight to The United Kingdom. At the time to him it was just another town, it didn't matter where he was he knew it wasn't home. Some kids were sent to farms, foster homes, schools. He was lucky enough to attend school. Hoping that one day he could return to Hamburg, with no violence, just his parents.
Home wasn't where he lived, it was not Hamburg. Home was wherever his parents were, fearing he may not feel that ever again.
After years of school, years of law. He was sent away back to Hamburg to work for the Border Crossing. He had bought a nice decent house with the money he had gained from little jobs around that town.
He had gotten a house, on a peaceful street, after being away for years.
Hamburg was just not how he remembered, the streets were made of the fallen brick from the war, Hamburg felt divided.
The houses were made of red, sand bricks, way more beautiful then the UK in his eyes.
As he adjusted he ended up marrying the prettiest girl in town who he met at the bar around his house. Down the road having two kids, a girl named Jayleen and a little boy named Jax. Life had turned around for Bruce, laying to rest his shame and grief of his parents. Until one night everything changed, Bruce was driving down the freeway with his wife just going to have a night out in the other end of town.
He had gotten an emergency call at the border crossing that there was violence and needed assistance. He turned around and sped down the freeway to get there as quick as possible. His wife was nervous, never attending anything like this before. Before taking an exit off the freeway, he had lost control. Tumbling in the swampy ditch below. Nothing was left over from the car, not explanation of the cause of the accident, both bodies never found.
The investigation lasted a long time, one of the biggest searches in Hamburg. One of the tires that was able to be retrieved had a bullet through the tire, but that was the only thing they could make out of it.
It never seemed like an accident, it was a very popular topic In the town at the time.
I was the little boy to Bruce. They had left me and my older sister at home with a babysitter that we had visit every weekend. That night we had been sitting on the floor playing Yahtzee which was our favourite board game. The phone began to rang and us kids were hoping it was our parents checking up to say goodnight. Our babysitter picked up, but it was not our parents. We stood in the door way, watching her knees begin to shake, her hand reach for her mouth to cover it in disbelief. Jayleen realized the call had been serious and led me back downstairs. The baby sitter came downstairs, tears rushing down her face, asking us to follow her upstairs. We followed silently as she led us to our parents bedroom. "You guys get comfortable, I'm going to clean up downstairs ill be right back" she said wiping her nose with the cuff of her sweater. We climbed into their big king size bed, layered with thick fleece blankets for the fall. Jayleen held me in her arms until our babysitter returned. After a few minutes she had returned upstairs, hearing her turn the switch of hall and bathroom lights off. She entered the room turning the little lamp in the corner on, she then walked to the bed. "An accident has happened and your parents wont be returning tonight, want me to sleep with you guys" she said brushing our hair behind our ears. Me and my sister had trouble sleeping alone, we loved our babysitter and so we smiled and nodded. She climbed under the covers, me in one arm, Jayleen in the other.
A few months later after the incident me I was accepted into a new home with a new family. I was always very shy even with my own parents. It was very hard growing up separated from my sister.
She was 3 years older then me, and had her own family. We didn't end up moving it the same foster family.
I became an only child in this home, my mom worked at a bakery and my dad was an officer.
I always thought I wanted to be just like my dad, a brave strong man that would do anything for the people he loves.
No matter how tired he was he still took me out to play tennis, walk through the forest or teach me how to ride my bike on the paths.
We lived in a huge house, the house you'd see in Christmas movies and wish you had. Except I had it!! Wide smooth stoned paths that led to a big driveway. Our house was surrounded by open green fields where we played catch every evening. The house had big black wood doors that lead to the wealthiest family in town. All rooms were neutral coloured, sparkling white floors, very spacious and well lit. Then main room was gorgeous and had an imperial stair case leading up. Which was always fun to slide down when no one was around. The open room behind the imperial staircase was the living room where our family Christmas tree was when that season began. Christmas was my favourite holiday that I used to celebrate with my sister.
In the backyard we had a good size tennis court surrounded by a beautiful garden full of flowers and vegetables. We had a big in-ground pool that laid directly in sunlight.
Our house was surrounded by hedges and stood out amongst others.
It was the perfect life, anything I wanted I had.
I never attended school or talked to anyone, I got everything I wanted but never had anyone to share it with. My family was strict with boundaries and rules I just never questioned it.
Everyone got along, there were moments my parents sometimes didn't exchange words but that's what normal adults do I guess. That was what the beauty of my real parents were, they never argued. They always knew how to figure everything out and were always so happy with each other.
I used to visit my sister when I was really young but that all had to stop.
I loved seeing her she's like a girl version of me! But unfortunately she moved into a family unlike mine, actually the complete opposite.
She lived in a 8 story walk up, a little apartment in the downtown area.
I was always nervous going over there, the house was always a mess and her dad always laid out on the recliner while the mom was out working.
It was always nice when she was home, she'd prepare dinner and keep us entertained unlike her dad.
My sister was his servant, always having to do his chores before her mom came home and had so many boundaries and rules against her.
I always complained going there so we decided on my sister coming here.
She loved it at my place we all played board games with treats it was so much fun!
Until one day my sister didn't wanna go back home. My parents always said they would've tooken her to but it was to late, she already had her own family who loved her dearly.
I knew that wasn't true, her dad was very sketchy and mean and was never afraid to show it.
When her dad came to pick her up she refused and started an argument that we all wish we didn't have to see.
Her dad grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her out of my reach. My parents began to bicker with her father until he pushed Jayleen to the ground and walked back to his truck. He muttered off into the distance, the mother exiting the truck and approaching him. I ran out of the house and hugged Jayleen as she was on her hands in knees in tears. Her father lead her mother into the truck and they drove off. My sister ended up staying with me, never receiving her past items from her old stuff so I shared everything with her. Our family felt complete and our childhood could not have been better.