The #life Story Of A Girl In World War 2 Why mummy left I don't know. She said I will see her soon. She kissed me then disappeared. A week. Two weeks. Three week. A month. A year. She never came back. I will never forget her sweet aroma of roses, her flowery dresses, her posh accent. Yesterday I was looking through the attic. I found a death certificate. She died. Bombed. My daddy was shot down in a plane. When she left I was alone. I was 8. Alone. A friend came came round. She found me. I was adopted but its not the same. Never
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