A Reunion

In the 1950s the Red Cross was working hard to reconnect families, and they actually found our father. I didn’t remember much about him at that age, I was about fourteen. Many German men were drafted into the army during the war, and our father was no exception. I must have been five, when I last saw him. I only recall him being home for a few days and then gone again. That was it. My memories of him were so few that I was wondering how to handle the situation. It was strange meeting him after so long ago. My siblings and I didn’t know how to react since we all were so young the last time he was around. Father had no experience with being a father, and we were not used to having a father. We only knew that mother was taking care of us and supporting us throughout the hard times. Check out the rest of my story at http://annerosv.com/a-reunion/