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This is a story for a contest, I did my homework on her and decided that this was there perfect story to use. I hope you don't mind the things that are unknown and washed away in the tides of time, which I added. All names except her own are unknown. Along with appearances. Sorry if I don't do enough describing for most people's satisfaction, it was hard to gather information. I hope you enjoy reading my rendition of Heralda's story.
I sat down with a sigh and looked around. We just opened a bakery, it was 1932. I didn't think it was fare that I had to help clean out all the dust and bugs from the bakery. It was a rather old building, and starting a business would be hard. I knew I shouldn't be complaining, but I couldn't help it. I was the sixth child, and I was one of the youngest. I have a seven year old brother, a ten year old brother, two thirteen year old twin sisters, a fourteen year old brother, and a baby sister. I was in the middle, eight. Not the oldest, or youngest. I was stuck in the middle. I stood up, stretching a wiping the dust off my shirt. I was also the most rebellious one, me and my seven year old brother looked like twins, we often switched places. I'd much rather do a boy's chores than boarding old indoor chores. And I looked more like a boy than a girl, that made it easier to get small jobs to earn a little money here and there. It wasn't easy to say the least. Only boys were needed, not any girls.
Even though my mother, sisters, and myself were all stuck cleaning up the inside of the bakery. I looked around, and saw all the grime that was still clinging to the floors. It was a small two story shop, we'd have the business on the bottom, and live on the top. I got to share a room with my sisters and baby sister, it was a tight squeeze.
When I finished scrubbing the old wood burning stove, which looked like it'd been there since they were invented, I noticed a old door. It most likely lead to the cellar. I didn't really want to know what had moved in there, but something willed me to go inside. I stood up, placing the rag and bucket of dirty water down by the stove and walked forward. I looked around, making sure nobody else was around. I heard a loud argument from upstairs, sounded like the rest of the family was involved. I shook my head, trying not to be affected by their yells. You'd think, for it being Sunday, a the hold day in the Roman Catholic religion, that we wouldn't be working, and they wouldn't be yelling.
I eased the door open, and gazed down into he shadows. It was nearly sun set, and I knew that when they were done fighting Mama would comedown to make dinner. With my help of coarse. And since my two older sisters would be trying to look their best so they might get married to a costumer eventually, it'd only be us. A can really picture the wedding too:
"Do you, Sarah Luxin the baker's daughter take the hand of Mr Somebody?"
I laughed inwardly at the picture, and that the church would be filled with break instead of flowers. And maybe she'd be wearing a golden brown colored dress... I knew I shouldn't be so disrespectful, but it was a funny though.
I rushed over to get a lantern, and lit it as I crept down the old wooden satires. They seemed surprisingly sturdy, and when I reached the last one, I heard a loud creek. I sept of it and onto the floor, looking around to make sure nothing that had decided to live down here was lurking, hungry and in the mood for meat. I bent down in front of the only stair that creaked, and reached my hand under it. What I felt was...solid wood. It was strange, why would solid wood be at the bottom on a stair cast? It was completely vertical too, that's what mad e it strange. I felt around a bit more gimping as I felt spiderwebs stick to my hand. Then I felt it: it was a handle. There was a trapped door under the satires! My dislike of spiders melted away as I pushed on it, and tumbled head over heals into the dark depths. I landed with a soft thud, and I hoped I wasn't heard. I'd placed my lantern on the second to last stair and I reached my arm out and over to get it. I'd landed on the top of the satires, to another cellar. When I looked around, I was shocked to see that it was huge! There were old bottles of pickled vegetables and that sort, along with blankets by the pile. I smiled broadly thinking that if I washed these, I wouldn't have to make any new ones for the winder! I was bad with my hands and sewing... I walked around for countless hours for the following months. I guessed it was about 200 square feet. I decided to keep it my secret, and let nobody else know.
I woke up slowly, after dreaming about when we first bought the Luxin Bakery. It was now 1945, and the World War was raging. It was truly treble, there were always bombings and even outside of Berlin, where I was born, it wasn't safe. Especially for the Jewish. I'd met a few Jewish children that were orphaned not too long ago. I started sheltering them in my secret place. The food down there ran out quickly, and I was always sure to bring them some, along with blankets and even a deck of cards if I could get any. I'd gotten some food hidden away in the second ice box, and quickly realized that I hadn't brought them any before I fell asleep. I'd recently been forced to marry a mad who I hated, and he'd move into the bakery a few days ago. He was dead set on lovemaking too. He wanted children, lots of children. It's exactly what I really didn't want. My parents were arranging fro us to share a room, till we could move out and live on our own.
After getting dressed, I silently tip toed down the satires and took the food that I'd set aside in the second ice box. I tied it up into a passel, and silently pushed open the cellar door. If only I heard my oldest brother, Paul following me. I walked down the stairs, and slid under them into my secret place. The nine Jewish children of all ages smiled when I gave them the food. There was Angi, the youngest. They all had the common Jewish features, hair eyes color, and skin shade. I didn't care that I was Roman Catholic and they were Jewish. They were children, and needed someplace where they could stay. Adolf Hitler would kill them too easily. He wouldn't even blink when he send somebody to do them in. I shook my head and looked at all their happy faces. Along with little Angi, there's was Peter, Josh, Nick, Neal, Mark, Nancy, Kira, and Nina. They were all innocent, and had no reason to be killed.
I wished them goodnight, and told them I'd be back as soon as I could. I took my lantern and walked up the flight of satires that lead the the first cellar. I closed the door and I hear d the voice of my father saying,
"You dishonorer us, Heraldra."
I looked up quickly explaining,
"Father!"
He walked slowly down the satires saying,
"You cannot ever do thing like this, and I shall take it upon myself to take responsibility for your sins against the Great Spirit." He pushed me down to the cellar floor and lifted my up my the hair. I saw the rest of my family in the doorway calling out to my father to stop. He had a large kitchen knife, used fro cutting bread. I saw it coming closer and my last though was,
"Please let them escape...
I'll edit this soon, it's a rather a rush job. Two of the children were killed, but the other seven managed to escape. I believe that Heralda Luxin did the right thing, and that the only "sinner" was her father who killed her. I am not a Christan myself, but I thought I give a little more info on Heralda. She was 21 when she died, she was killed by her family, and that she took her religion very seriously. She wanted to go to China, and be a missionary, but she was killed at a very young age. She wasn't marries, according to my information flow, and but she was betrothed. Most of her past was washed away in the tides of time.
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