4/20/2023 0 Comments Juicebox fadeSammy's just a baby, but even he can tell there's something wrong with the world. We keep referring to the war as ‘dad’s new job' and things like that when we're in the presence of Juliette or Alex and Grace, although I'm not sure how much it helps, because they all know something's off. I told her you were out with our dad, and that made her cry, because I think some part of her knows our dad's in danger. She kept asking me where you were, one time saying the house is quiet and no fun without you, and that made me start crying. I just spent most of the day playing with Juliette, who, at three years, has no idea what's going on and lives in blessed peace. It was really weird without school today. I tried to ignore it and just go through my chores, but it was hard. Usually, on a Thursday morning at dawn if you step outside and listen for a few minutes, you can hear people driving or walking down the roads, setting up market stalls in the park, normal village things like that, but today there was nothing. Except it was because of that feeling that everything looked different. Love, Lily Two Caleb, Day 2 This morning when I stepped outside to feed the chickens just as the sun was peaking over the tops of the hills west of the village, everything felt almost normal. I miss you very much and hope you come home soon. And, on that depressing note, I have nothing left to say. And anyway, numbers won't mean anything to the people. The newspapers have said they will try to report on casualties every day, but I don't see how they will know. But there's nothing I can do about that now. If you haven't guessed already, Nina and the twins refused to go to school to begin with, which is understandable I guess, but I got really mad at them for leaving our mom taking care of five of her seven kids, instead of two like most school days, especially the very day after our dad left to go fight. The college class didn't get much done either, with only the girls there we were very small and already on low spirits, and the earlier display by the younger kids, not including William, didn't help cheer us up at all. Davenport spent most of the day trying to calm them down. The main class got nothing done because too many of the younger kids were so upset, and Mr. I know there's only four, so half isn't that much, but still. Most of the older students are off fighting, as well as half the teachers. The school has decided to close for the duration of the war after today went pretty much up in flames. I kind of just realized I started pretty close to the end of the day and completely ignored the important part. Once we got home she wasn't actually too bad about it, she just old us to dry off quickly and come help with dinner. I don't know what our mom must have thought we were doing, because we kind of accidentally stayed there longer than we needed to. Anyway, we ran as fast as we could to the park and hid in the gazebo until the worst of it was over. But when I was his age there wasn't a war. I mean, I know he's my little brother and with our dad off fighting and our mom busy working in his absence I should take care of him, but he's eight years old, and when I was his age I lived much farther away from the school and walked myself. We had a pretty bad rainstorm, but you probably know that, except that you would have been on the train when it hit and not walking William back from school. I can't send any of these letters to you, because postage is too expensive for us, especially during wartime, so I'll keep them all in a book to give you when you return. So I've decided to write you a letter every night and tell you what you missed so if you come back it'll be like you never left. Lily's letters One Caleb, Day 1 It's only been one day since you left to go fight your “glorious battles” last night and I already miss you more than I can express.
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