Spring time at home CHP2

Chapter 2
THE WEDDING
´´… but, its too much of a responsibility, you two cant really be thinking about doing this, are you?´´ I heard my sisters voice peaking. I didn’t want to open my eyes, but decided too, and got up from bed silently to listen to the whole conversation from my bedroom doorway. ´´ Yes Tal, we’re serious, we can’t take care of him anymore, and by you marrying that boy you can decide upon becoming one of them, they’ll even open their arms to a convert: but if your brother were to stay with us, he’d surely die.´´ I squeaked, or rather my voice did, and the conversation ended abruptly. I heard footsteps and ran up to my bed and pretended to be asleep. It was my mom; I knew this even if my eyes were closed, because her lavender perfume was too strong, she used it that way. Two weeks had passed and it was the day before my sister’s marriage to Fred. ´´Gal honey, get dressed, its your sister’s wedding rehearsal for gods sake´´. I didn’t get why I had to dress up when in reality it was just the pre wedding rehearsal. I came down stairs and everything looked so appealing, flowers running through the garden up to a small white archway where my sister and Fredrich were standing with their outfits on. So I asked why they were wearing it today and not tomorrow when their wedding really was happening. ´´Gal, I want you to keep a secret, we are getting married today, if we wait till tomorrow, the Nazis might try to stop it from happening´´ said my sister. ´´Yes it’s true, we need to elope since the Nazi soldiers might already be informed about a Jew Christian marriage.´´ responded Fredrich calmly. After the ceremony both changed quickly and told me to do the same. My mom and pop were crying while hugging Tal and Fred who were getting on Fred’s dads automobile. As I was walking down the stairs I saw my pop lifting up my small leather suitcase and mounting it up on the car. ´´NOOO´´ I yelled, and felt my face getting red. ´´Papa, mama, im not leaving you! ´´ my sister and her new husband were inside the car now and faced down Tal ordered me to say goodbye and get in. ´´Shut up! You are married, im not, I want to stay here!´´ My father hugged me again, even tighter than that one time at the barn, but this time didn’t try to fix it up with a hopeless joke. My mom then kissed my forehead and hugged me hard as well, then lifted my hand up and gave me a wrapped up towel telling me not to open until they had crossed the French border. I got up into the car (almost forced in); it drove off almost immediately as if avoiding me to back down last minute. I started crying, and turned back to see my parents standing at the edge of the rode crying and waving goodbye. ´´I love you pops! Ill miss you mama!´´ I yelled back and sat down again until all I could see of my parents were two small dots in the distance, and my beautiful hut looking very worn down.