Don't Say It's Over

I wrote this story for an English assessment and I would love to get some opinions, thank you.
This story is about a young girl named Heidi who experiences the tragedy of the World War II bombings. I wrote in the perspective of a 9 year old as well. Enjoy!


1. Is This Goodbye?

Bombing of World War II

“I love you Princess,” Heidi’s father told her with a smile. “I will be seeing you soon.” He bent down and pecked the young girl on the cheek before standing and straightening his uniform. Heidi thought he looked rather handsome in his uniform, he had colourful pins all over it and lovely gold buttons that shone in the sunlight. He tipped his hat to the chef and the housekeeper before turning to Mother and pecking her on the lips, Heidi watched as he picked up his bags and walked through the big door.

She thought Mother looked very sad but she didn’t understand why, Father was leaving because he got a promotion which was a very good thing she was told. Mother turned and began walking to her study followed by the housekeeper Alena.

“Miss Heidi,” Alena called to her from the top of the staircase, “your Mother wishes to speak with you.”

Heidi climbed down from her favourite wooden chair, her blonde ringlets bounced as she climbed the stairs. Heidi loved the stairs; they were big and grand and had a lovely red carpet with gold edges. As much as she loved the stairs the best thing about them was once you were at the top you could see the whole house, Heidi often stopped and looked around from the top step. Looking at the grand entrance which was adorned in gold, the living room with the chairs so comfortable Heidi could sit in them the whole day and still be comfortable. She loved the house in Berlin, it was her favourite thing. There was so much to discover that Heidi thought she could live her whole life in this house and there would still be things she wouldn’t find.

Heidi walked along the carpet to her Mother’s study, which was Only Allowed in When Mother Called or Else. Mother sat at her desk with her head in her hands as Heidi walked in. Heidi was always stunned at the beauty of Mother’s study; the paintings were so pretty and colourful. Except one where a man was being given dead animals, which Heidi thought was rather peculiar. Who would want to be given a dead animal?

“Heidi, darling, we must talk.” Mother’s voice was more of a whisper. She straightened in her chair and beckoned Heidi to come over to her.

“Yes Mother?” The young girl questioned.

“Your Father, he has gone to work in the Luft-Waffle.” Mother spoke gently as if her words would break Heidi.

“The Luft-Waffle? What’s that?”

“The LuftWAFFE, Heidi, is where your Father is going to be working for the next few months.” Mother sighed as she reached out and held Heidi’s hands gently while she stroked them.

“But why? Why does Father have to leave? Can’t he stay here with us? I’m sure someone else can do his job.”

“You ask too many questions child.” Mother smiled down at Heidi. “One day, princess, I will tell you about your Father’s work. But for now you must know that he will only be home once in a while.”

Heidi wondered why she couldn’t know about her Father, she was nine and a half! She was old enough to understand everything.

“Miss Heidi, do not forget to turn the lights out before bed.” Alena reminded her gently.

The lights. Heidi hated turning out the lights. She loved to read her books about Princess’ and Princes and their castles and happy endings before bed, but now she couldn’t.

No Lights After 8 o’clock, that was what Heidi was told almost every night. Heidi thought it was because Mother wanted to sleep and the lights kept her awake.


It was later that week that the bombing started.  Each night Mother took Heidi down to the cellar because it was The Safest Place. The cellar was dark and dusty and had one window that you could only see the ground out of. Heidi hated it down there. She wasn’t allowed to read and the only light in the room flickered on and off and swung dangerously with every bomb that hit.

Heidi was curled next to her shaking Mother, her little hands covering her ears as the noise was unbearable. When Heidi looked up through the small window in the cellar she saw the orange lights getting brighter and brighter. She hadn’t a clue what was happening, her mother refused to tell her no matter how much she pressed on the subject. But Heidi knew it was bad. Why were people not getting along?

“I love you Heidi.” Her mother told her when the noises came to a sudden stop, the silence became eerie but Mother did not stop shaking. If anything Heidi thought she looked more terrified.

“Mothe-“ Heidi was cut off when the loud noises struck once again, somehow louder and more powerful than the last. Heidi let out a scream and her Mother bought her hands to her ears to prevent some of the noise. She had never seen so much fear as she did when looking into Mother’s eyes.

            For months they came in waves.

                        Never knowing when they were going to strike.

            Unpredictable and wild.

Silence accompanied the blasts, for where there was silence.

There was death approaching.


It's insane what happened about 3pm today
Two bombs went off and tore their hearts away.


Early one morning Heidi was reading about a beautiful Princess who slept for 100 years and true loves kiss awoke her, it was by far her favourite story. Mother was in her study writing on some very important looking papers, as she did every day.

A knock sounded from the door and Alena moved silently to go and answer it.

“Some people are here for you Ms.” Alena called to Mother from the front door. Heidi put down her book and went to inspect the people as Mother came out of her study and followed Heidi.

They were dressed like Father, but they did not have as many colourful pins. The two men held their hats at their chests and looked very sad. Mother gasped behind Heidi and spoke with a shaky voice, “Heidi, please go to your room.”

“Mother, why?”

“Alena please escort Heidi to her room.” Mother spoke as if she had not heard Heidi at all.

“Come now Miss Heidi.” Alena nodded to Mother and placed her hand on the young girls shoulder and walked her upstairs. As they ascended the stairs Heidi glanced back at the men and saw Mother escort them to the living room.

Heidi sat on her bed trying to listen as hard as she could to what the men were saying. She couldn’t pick up what they said but suddenly Mother let out an astonished scream. Heidi jumped off her bed and ran past Alena who was sorting her books. When Heidi got to the top stair she saw the strange men standing in front of Mother, who was on her knees on the ground with her head in her hands.

“Mother!” Heidi called and ran down the stairs to her Mother in the living room. She wondered what the men had said to Mother to make her cry that much.

“He can’t be, you --- you must have your --- facts wrong!” Mother got out between sobs.

“I’m sorry miss.” One man told her looking very sad.

Alena escorted the men out while Mother cried on the floor. Heidi sat and watched not knowing what to do. Mother never cried, and why wasn’t Father here for her?

Where was Father?

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