703 Churchville Road
Bel Air MD, 21014
September 7th, 2010
Dear Edith,
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| This is me and my brother just before his graduation ceremony. |
I really don’t know what I should be saying to you. Throughout this entire year, you’ve been nothing but as strong as our Lady Liberty. Having to live on your own for an indefinite amount of time is scary for someone who is 18 and going off to college in America. If I were your age and had to leave my home for probably forever, I think I’d go completely numb to the world. In your story, “Is it Night or Day?” by Fern Schumer Chapman, you go through things worse than any child should ever have to experience. However, I hope this past summer has been easier on you than the one before it, when you came to America for the first time. Actually, like you did on that very first day, I got to visit the Big Apple. I saw a show like you did, too, only it wasn’t at Radio City. We went to Broadway and saw a musical called “Wicked.” It was truly amazing. It’s a kind of twist on the story, “The Wizard of Oz,” which is a book and a movie. I recommend you see or read it, because I think you’d really relate to Dorothy’s adventure into a land that she knows nothing about. It’s kind of funny how similar your situations are. Also, I kind of know how you feel, when it comes to losing touch with a sibling. My older brother Michael just graduated from high school last June, so he’s living way up north these days. I’ll only get to see him on Thanksgiving, Christmas, and then during summer break, which I have to wait a whole year for. I know it’s not the same, because he still lives at home when he’s not at school, but I do feel a little of your pain during the school year.
Your story was so inspiring. Going through loss after loss after loss, you were so brave at every encounter of a conflict. And I think what really opens my eyes is that your story isn’t all fake. Maybe she didn’t have your name, but your conflict happened to someone. It happened to many people. But especially to one girl, who had a daughter who grew up to write your story, something that desperately needed to be told. Any child who faced your situation had no choice but to be strong. And you did it so well, it seemed almost automatic. Every reaction you had to each situation was too mature for you to be only 12 years old. But, I suppose one has to grow up fast when there is no one there to care like a parent would.
Honestly, you couldn’t have been more real to me, throughout this whole book. Every emotion you felt as your story went on just panged right into my heart. I wanted to cry with you, laugh with you, and I wanted to see and feel the things you could. I know you had it rough. But for some reason, I felt like I wanted to be there, experiencing it with you. You are a very strong person, and I might even consider you a role model. The description in your story was enough to help me feel like I was right there the whole time. It was truly a work of art.
I think what I’d really like to know is how you felt when you became a mother, raising your daughter in America. How did you feel knowing that they would probably never see the village you grew up in? Did you feel like a traitor? Or did you feel comforted knowing that they would always be safe in this country?
Sadly, issues like prejudice and anti-Semitism are still a problem all over the world, even in America. But it’s really not only against the Jewish people. Many races and religions are prejudiced against, and even attacked, much like your family was so long ago. I think the only way we can make it stop is to spread the real information about cultures like Judaism or Islam. Awareness is important, so no one gets hurt. I don’t think there is any real way to cope with your kind of situation, but just know that you’re strong, and people admire and look up to you. There are others out there like you, and they know how you feel, no matter how impossible that may seem.
I hope this letter intrigued you enough so that I might be able to get a reply from you. You’re truly avery interesting person, with an astonishing story. Please keep living for those who couldn’t, and remember to enjoy America like you did Germany. It’s your home now.
Sincerely,
Megan