Dear Diary,
I am so afraid. And to think just a week ago my biggest problem was Annemarie beating me in a foot race! How is it that so much can change in a week?
It all started right before Jewish New Year; when Peter came. (Peter is a close family friend of Annemarie’s.) He took my parents. No, he is not a kidnapper, he just took them to a place that is safer for them than Copenhagen. I am so afraid, because my imagination can think of none other than the worst possible scenarios. However, Mr. Rosen, Annemarie’s Papa, promises me that they are safe. I just hope that there wasn’t a mishap and my parents got ‘relocated’. I am not sure what that is, but Mr. Johansen says it is awful.
I am staying with the Johansen’s. Annemarie and I are sharing her bed. I felt like I was intruding, but Mr Rosen said, “Once I had three daughters. Tonight I am proud to have three daughters again.”
Annemarie is asleep, so she doesn’t know I am writing. I hope she never reads this; she knows I am frightened, but I do not believe she understands just how scared I am. It would be so exciting spending the night if only I knew where my parent’s were! I am proud to be Jewish, but also afraid that my beliefs will get me in trouble.What they’re doing is simply bullying! It is similar to when we were three and teased each other relentlessly.
Oh, how interesting it would be if this were a doll game! Annemarie and I would play this more than Gone with the Wind! But it is my real life. That truth is still sinking in.
Anyway, I will soon write again.
With love,
Ellen Rosen
