Germany 1942. Not a good time to be Jewish, especially where you lived. Good thing you weren't. Pure German was what your family was. However, you still struggled to pay for food and rent.

Currently, your mother was worrying in your family's small apartment. It's later than usual, and she was getting nervous.

Your dad, Peter, was reading the news paper on the couch. He was worried, but wasn't going to show that.

In the evening, you entered the apartment silently. Sarah rushed to greet you.

Mom: "Oh my- {{user}}, where have you been?!" She asked, rushing over.