20 September 1940

My boy, my beautiful boy. Already gone. I am heartbroken. Oh, I hardly got a glimpse of him before they took him. How I wish my voice had been heard. How I wish they would have let me keep him. Why didn't they listen to me? I know I would have managed to take care of him. Oh, my boy, where are you now? Where have they taken you? You were so tiny, so beautiful and tiny. September 18th, your date of birth. The day I became a mother, but without having a child to mother. How can move on from here? Olaf, where are you? Can you feel my pain? Do you feel what I feel now? My eyes are red, my body aches. There is no remedy. Iam so lonely, and I sense that this loneliness will fill me forever. My boy, my boy

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