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8th September 1917
Dear Diary
I was woken up from my nap this afternoon by someone knocking on the door, and wondered if it was Emma coming to see me…I know Daniel is coming back soon and wondered if they came round to see me. When I opened the door I stood there like a goldfish just gawping at the person standing there. It was Jack! Once I had gotten over my initial shock I hugged him so tight, but remembered to be careful of the baby. I was crying because I was so happy. When we parted I placed his hands over my stomach and he looked at me shocked while I just nodded and he hugged me again shouting about us being parents. Then we just stayed in each other's arms for a little while, relishing at the contact.
We parted and he turned to look at the person behind him; in the excitement of seeing Jack again I hadn't noticed the person standing there. Standing there was an adolescent boy. He couldn't have been more than 18 with dark black hair that looked a sort of blue in the light and mahogany eyes. He smiled slightly at me and said my name, it was then I remembered who it was; Sacha Volkov. I remember when I was 14, my father had made business plans with a man who lived in Russia, but was currently living in Philadelphia. This man had been Sacha's grandfather. So we generally went over to see them a lot. The man had spoken about having a grandson but had said that he was ill all the time. Me being curious went looking around the house and finally found Sacha's room, turns out his grandson wasn't ill, he just didn't want us to see him. I guessed it was because of the bruises all over him. His parent's had died the year before and then his grandfather had brought him to America for a while. We became fast friends, having the same ideas about the first class world we lived in. I would bring him books that I no longer read, and we generally just talked. He left and went back to Russia just before I turned 16 and then my life started to go downhill…It's really nice to see him again. We had a nice evening the three of us.
I'm so happy that Jack is finally home. I'm upstairs at the moment, supposed to be getting ready for bed while Jack shows Sacha to our spare room. I really want to talk to him about the names for our baby, and the two I've got in mind if it's a girl. I'll let him chose one, then we can go over the boys' names together. It feels as if I'm in a dream, and I keep pinching myself to pray that it isn't. Here Jack comes so I'll get going.
Thank you God so much for returning Jack to me and blessing me with this baby.
Rose
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