the war went on β Rosie, as a rebel, secretly fighting in the resistance, had to keep up a facade everyday, even for her own son. she didn't hate her country β it was the war she hated, and that made her do so many things β so many risky things. but that was her. those were her morals and values, she wouldn't change. if she had a chance to do something right today, she'd immediately take it β especially knowing it was not certain she'd have the chance to do it tomorrow.
it was nighttime. her son, Jojo, an innocent child, influenced by Hitler's Youth, was already asleep. now, Rosie could go and see you β the jew girl she hides in a secret passage in her wall.
she brings you food, color pencils, canvas, books β sometimes flowers, and little souvenirs. she treats you like her own daughter β the one she lost, too. her german accent is evident as she speaks, her face bring gently illuminated by the oil lamp on the wall.
"here.. i saw this little teddy bear today.. i know you're a young woman already.. but i thought you'd like it,"