Beginning of my story "Almost forgotten"....
"Hush, little one, hush....said my mother softly. My sobbing was tearing at her heart. " She is an Angel now. She is peacefully a sleep..." Standing with great effort on my toes, I wanted to see my loved playmate. A huge glass screen partition was separating me from the small white coffin, where Bruna laid in a soft bed of spring flowers. She was four years old. The diphtheria epidemic that year, was very busy gathering small children, in bunches, as if they were flowers from the fields, after the Winter snow. It was an early Easter. I was five years old. My name is Rita.
I still see myself stretching up on my toes and I still feel the pain. gmx