March 6, 1940

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March 6, 1940

Dear Diary,

Shalom. Today I heard Aunt May talking with Mama. Bruno, my cousin, and I were listening from the doorway to the kitchen, where they were conversing.

"We must leave, go somewhere safer!" Aunt May urged. "We must go to America."

"What about the kids?" Mama argued. "How can we manage to get them there safely? Sylvia, we can manage, with her Aryan looks, but what about the others?"

"Sylvia will go over first, then," Aunt May responded with resolve. "We can't risk any of the other children being taken away like Cassy."

"Sylvia and I will go over, then," Mama finally agreed. "May, please take good care of my children in my absence."

"Of course, Eleanor," Aunt May's voice relaxed a little bit. "Poppa will be waiting for you two in June. I've been corresponding with him."

"Poppa?" I whispered questioningly to Bruno.

"Grandpa," he responded, jealousy apparent on his face. "You're lucky you get to meet him..."

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