Dear Heidi,

  Many years have passed since we last conversed, though everything seems to have passed so quickly I often ponder on what the inevitable future might bring. At this moment, I’m writing to you from a place far out of Berlin as Master Ralf had taken up an important job as a Commandant, assigned by none other than the Fuhrer himself. He insisted that the whole family; Mrs Ralf, Gretel, Bruno and the helpers of the house which included Lars the butler, Jerome the cook and of course, me myself as the maid. I can’t disclose to you the exact location of the home where we live in right now, as I am concerned that it may threaten the safety of Master Ralf and his family’s lives.

 How ironic it is of Master Ralf; someone I owe my utmost gratitude to, is also someone of inhumane treatment. It seems as though it was just yesterday when Master Ralf took me under his wings when I was waist-high with distress. What a small acquaintance between my mother with her employer back then, who was Master Ralf’s mother could do in such hard times were proven to be of benefit as I was given a job by Master Ralf to work as a maid for his household.

From the time my mother was sick until her death, my generous Master covered all the related expenses even though he wasn’t obliged to do so in any way. Yet, I now question the master I’ve once known inside the corners of mind as to why he would have shared the Fuhrer’s distaste towards the helpless Jews captured and tortured in the concentration camp that is viewable from the window of this house. Two split personalities from different end of the spectrum; is what Master Ralf seemed to be in eyes this moment.

I’ve been nurturing Miss Gretel and Master Bruno for so long that I’ve barely noticed how much they have grown within these years until today when Master Bruno had an outburst of emotions as he was very much unhappy with Master Ralf’s sudden decision to move out of Berlin as he is no longer accompanied by his three close friends; Karl, Daniel and Martin, making him feel lonely. I could not blame Master Bruno for his dissatisfaction, as this place is simply a dystopic place for a child like him to grown in.

Master Bruno is vastly different from his sister; Miss Gretel who has yet to learn how to be considerate about other people’s feelings. Master Bruno’s selflessness is moving although his honesty boldness in being kind worries me as it might jeopardize us all. I can see through his eyes that he is extremely frustrated with his current situation and with nobody his age to communicate with, there is little or no ways for this young 9-year old boy to find solace during these times. I could only hope for the better as time comes.