~ Dana ~
As I sat in the motorcar with my Uncle Digory, I thought about those people who he said were coming to live with us. Five more people in our house. I was eager to meet them, maybe one of them is the same age as me?
I read on through the book in my hands, as he drove home, and I heard the sound of footsteps nearby, and I looked up quickly, to see four people running up to the car, with a fifth person sitting on the steps of the nearby railway platform. I tried to get my Uncle to stop, but carried on.
"Mrs Macready will be collecting them, Dana" He says, without glancing away from the dirt road.
Before long, the house turns up and as the car is switched off, I jump out and race inside, desperate for another note from my mother. I haven't seen her in years, and I've been living with Uncle Digory since before I could remember anything else. I lightly tap a Maid on the shoulder, the one who usually deals with the post, and she turns around to me.
"Is there anything from my mother?" I ask hopefully. The maid glances at the notes in her hands, and I see a yellow one. A Telegram. Bad news in written form. And it broke my heart when she picked it out, and gave it to me.
"I'm sorry Miss Dana." She said, as she let go, leaving it in my hands. "But you might want to talk about this with your Uncle." She walks away, and I turn to see my Uncle. The first thing he catches, is the yellow letter now in my hands, and silently, I hand it to him, tears in my eyes. This cannot be happening, not to me. Not to us.
He quickly ripped open the letter and read the words inside in silence, before pulling me into a hug, messing with pigtails. "Dana, your mother is missing." He whispers, and I feel the first tears brim in my eyes, as my mouth goes dry. Missing?!
"What do you mean, 'missing'?" I ask in a whisper, trying to keep my voice strong.
My Uncle pulls out of the hug, before kneeling down before me. "We'll have to talk in my office." He says soothingly, before taking my hand in his, and leading us there. He then, shuts the door behind us, as we walk in and I sit lightly in the chair reserved just for me.
Uncle Digory sits in his usual leather chair and sighs lightly, before looking at me. "Dana, do you remember me telling you about those nasty Gas Camps set up, but Hitler?" He asks, and I nod, afraid of where this is going. "Well, it's been said that Hitler's men have gotten your mother, and they've taken her there." He stops at the end, as his voice breaks and I let the words sink in.
She's gone?
I feel the tears pour like rain in the Indies monsoon season, down my face, and I bury my face in my hands, and let out a sob. Once I begin, I cannot stop, and not even when my Uncle's embrace is felt around me, do I respond. He attempts to talk to me, but I run out of the door, and fly up the staircase to my room. I slam the door and collapse onto my bed, sobbing wildly, mourning my mother.
The news continues to eat its way through my heart, until I feel like it might break.