1941

War affects the young and old alike. It was a dreary December eveningand I was eight, a kindhearted age.Enthusiasm bubbled up insidemy joyful heart which beat wildlyhearing her thick, rich operatic voice. Life was unhurried back thenone could dawdle during most days.Unfortunately, people were the samefilled with strife and bitterness of heart.I was eight, IContinue reading “1941”