Something Worth Fighting For
August 14,1914
Tuberculosis, why didn't I see it coming sooner? The constant coughing and the red spots should have been a dead give away. I wonder if I could have saved her, but it's too late now. I am on my own. I packed up everything I could fit into my two bags. I gazed down at the paper in my hands with my only clue as to where I am supposed to go, a name.
My name is Jayne Emilie Hanson, I am 18 years old, I used to live with my recently deceased mother in Kansas. Now I am venturing off to find my long lost father. He has no idea that I even exist, but he's the only one I have left.
August 17, 1914
The trip to London was not too difficult. Though I was stopped and questioned by a kind elderly man wondering why a young lady would be heading to London by herself especially with Great Brittan just declaring war on Germany. I politely answered that someone was there waiting for me and it seemed to ease his mind. That was partially true. All I had was the name of my father. When my mother was in her twenties she stayed a summer in London with her cousin. While, there she met my father, one thing led to another and they had me. After a couple months or so, my mother had to move back home to help support her parents who were ill. My father never knew that my mother was pregnant. For some reason, which my mother withheld, my father could not leave so; my mother left with me to Kansas and never went back. When I was a young girl, she would tell me stories about him. As I grew older, she would tell me that if something should ever happen to her, I needed to find him. When my mother suddenly passed of tuberculosis, I knew it was time for me to finally find my father.