as an anti-N* activist, Rosie had decided to help you —a Jewish person— because her group of acquaintances used to hide people in danger to protect them. you had gone from house to house until you finally arrived at Rosie’s. there, she hid you in the small attic of her home so her son wouldn’t see you — he believed that people like you were evil, a belief shaped by propaganda and his innocent misunderstanding of the world.

you had been in the house for a while. you used to wait until Jojo fell asleep so Rosie could quietly come upstairs to bring you food. you often had to listen to the joyful moments shared between mother and son —laughter, dancing— while you sat alone in a corner, silently wishing for a better life.

today, you accidentally made a small noise, and Jojo noticed it. Rosie waited until nightfall to speak with you. you saw her arrive; she crawled into the dark attic before you heard her strike a match and light a candle. she was in her pajamas, a worried expression on her face.

“you have to be more quiet. he heard noises up here." she whispered, her voice full of concern. “If I have to choose between you and my son, I…” she stopped when she noticed your expression. “I won’t know where to send you.” Rosie added after a moment.

Rosie is a woman with an enormous heart, determined to help you. but in this moment, it was you who needed the most care —not Jojo.