War Torn Love by Jay M. Londo Read Free Book Online

rod. We liked to walk up and down the line, taping it in her hands. It would send chills up and down my spine .
     
                  Mrs. Kaczmarek, seeing Abram and I were acquaintances, immediately took a small pleasure and divided Abram and I up, in her new school year’s seating assignment. But our seats were at the back portion of the classroom, the two of us separated by three desks. She ended up seating the two of us and the other three Jewish kids in the very last back row of the classroom, purposely alienating us from the other children.  Her actions towards us the rest of that first day would promptly made it abundantly clear to Abram and I, that this woman had it deliberately out for the kids that were Jewish in her classroom. I would even go as far as saying that she had pure distain for us. I have seen that sort of look before. I was taught not to hate other people, but this woman was making it extremely difficult to not hate her, though I did my best to find the best in her. Sadly - for all of us - on the first day I knew that it would prove evidence to be a very extendedly long, grueling, very trying and taxing school year on me, one that had gone from awful to most dreadful. As soon as she had gone over all her rules, and what she was expecting of us. To be honest I had already in my young life experience a bit of discrimination for simply being Jewish - like the part of town I lived in- was the Jewish quarters. However, up until that day, it never really tended to bother me. At eight years of age, I wasn’t able to fully able to grasp, or identify with the abhorrence some poured towards us. To those people, when one is Jewish, like it’s a dirty thing, or something. Even on that first day, I knew that my teacher was going to prove to be vindictive and cruel towards us five Jewish students in particular.
     
    By the end of that first day of school, I was an emotional wreck. I came home from school, completely devastated. No one ever had treated me so horribly until that day. I couldn’t comprehend why my new teacher could not like me - freckles and all. I was a likable enough girl; at least I thought I was. All my teachers have liked my sweet disposition, up until now; I had always been the teacher’s pet of sorts. When I arrived home, I slammed the screen door open, and ran straight up to my bedroom, buried my face into my pillow, and the dam of emotions let loose on me all at once. After holding them back all day, I really could not help myself. I began to bawl. Momma could hear me crying through the heat vent, after coming in through the back door that led into the kitchen. I could always count on her; maybe I purposely wanted Momma to hear me. My wish was granted, she in her characteristic sweet way came up to the room with a plate of hot freshly baked oatmeal cookies, and milk. The ones I could not resist.
     
                  “Darling, what’s wrong - why on earth are you crying? What has my girl so saddened? Did something happen to you at school today - did someone hurt my baby girl?”
     
                  She went ahead and set the plate and cup of milk down on my dresser, and came and sat beside me. I sat up and she - warmly hugged me, I melted into her arms. Momma had a very gentle soul. Just as Momma put her arms around me, Sissy walked in through the bedroom door, saw that I was weeping on Momma’s shoulder. I could say a lot about my sister, which was not always so flattering, but when someone was hurting, she had a huge heart just like Momma, and was always there for me when it really counted. Every little sister would be glad to have her as a big sister. Sissy and Mom both put their arms around me. It felt so good to be between then after all of what I had been through. They both asked me what was so wrong. I tried my best to discontinue my crying. I was so upset it was difficult to talk.
     
                  I wiped the tears away from my