It's getting colder and colder! And my mother has stopped speaking, again...
It's been a month since we received a telegraph, and I'm beginning to think the worst has happened.
I keep on trying to cheer my mother up, but when she's lost hope, it's hard to change her mood.
And for myself? Well... I've gotten sadder and worried, everyday I wake up and think 'maybe we've gotten news!' But nothing happens.
But I can't lose hope, I don't want to end up like my mother.
I met a friend, who's father went off to war as well, she's around the same age, a very kind lady.
We both meet at town every week, it's good to have someone to relate to, especially in a time like this.
And I've been telling her about my mother as well, expressing my concerns, and she says I should accept it, and that she'll speak once she gets some news.
I hope so, because I feel very alone.
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The Journal of Anna Langston //Fiction
Historical FictionHere I will write for each chapter what Anna Langston (a British woman's) life was like in the 20th century, the struggle of living while there was a war, and her father and older brother were fighting in the trenches. Each chapter is a journal en...
