Watch Over My Child: Book Three in the Michal's Destiny Series

  Watch Over My Child

  By

  Roberta Kagan

  Gilde’s story,

  Book two in the Michal’s Destiny Series

  Copyright © 2009 by Roberta Kagan

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  CHAPTER 23

  CHAPTER 24

  CHAPTER 25

  CHAPTER 26

  CHAPTER 27

  CHAPTER 28

  CHAPTER 29

  CHAPTER 30

  CHAPTER 31

  CHAPTER 32

  CHAPTER 33

  CHAPTER 34

  CHAPTER 35

  CHAPTER 36

  CHAPTER 37

  CHAPTER 38

  CHAPTER 38

  CHAPTER 39

  CHAPTER 40

  CHAPTER 41

  CHAPTER 42

  CHAPTER 43

  CHAPTER 44

  CHAPTER 45

  CHAPTER 46

  CHAPTER 47

  CHAPTER 48

  CHAPTER 49

  CHAPTER 50

  CHAPTER 51

  CHAPTER 52

  CHAPTER 53

  CHAPTER 54

  CHAPTER 55

  CHAPTER 57

  CHAPTER 58

  CHAPTER 59

  CHAPTER 60

  CHAPTER 61

  CHAPTER 62

  CHAPTER 63

  CHAPTER 64

  CHAPTER 65

  CHAPTER 66

  CHAPTER 67

  CHAPTER 68

  CHAPTER 69

  CHAPTER 70

  CHAPTER 71

  CHAPTER 72

  CHAPTER 73

  CHAPTER 74

  CHAPTER 75

  CHAPTER 76

  CHAPTER 77

  CHAPTER 1

  Gilde

  December 1st, 1938

  The first Kindertransport

  Gilde Margolis stood beside her sister, Alina, at the train station. Her arms were folded across her chest and her small black valise sat on the ground beside her. It was that eerie time of morning before the sunrise, when the shadow of night had not yet begun to lift and the world was still cloaked in darkness. A dusting of snow fell like ashes on her hair, appearing more pale gray than white in the limited light of the station. Even though she was bundled up with a heavy coat over an itchy wool dress, thick black stockings, and long underwear, the icy fingers of winter reached deep under her clothing and into her skin. At twelve years old, Gilde was still a child, but circumstances were forcing her to embark, alone, upon a journey that would lead her far away from everyone she knew and loved.

  “Gilde, look at me and listen to me, please….” Alina, her eighteen-year-old sister, bent to look into Gilde’s golden brown eyes, which were glazed with tears. Alina was shaking; her trembling hands were raw from the cold as she brushed a strand of blond hair out of Gilde’s eyes. Alina forced a smile, and trying to keep the fear out of her voice, she continued to speak. “Gilde, I know you don’t want to go to Britain and, believe me, I don’t want to let go of you.” Alina put her hands on both of Gilde’s shoulders. “Since the day you were born we have been inseparable and I already miss you terribly even though you haven’t left yet.” Alina cleared her throat and mustered a half smile of encouragement. “But I know that getting out of Germany right now is the safest thing for you. And you have to realize, Gilde, that it’s harder for me than you can imagine to let you go so far away without me. I want to protect you the way I always have. But, I’ve turned this over in my mind a thousand times and you see, sweetie I truly believe that you will be safer if you get out of Germany.”

  “Why can’t you just come with me?”

  “We’ve been over this, Gilde. I am too old. I can’t go. The authorities won’t allow it. This program is for children only. But you are lucky to have been chosen to be a part of it. Thank God you will be out of Germany and far away from Hitler.”

  “I don’t feel at all thankful. I want to stay with you and Lotti and Lev and wait for Mommy and Papa to come back.”

  “Gilde, we don’t know when they will return. For now, you will be in good hands in Britain. A family has agreed to care for you until everything settles down here in Germany, and then you’ll be able to come back home and it will be safe.”

  “I’m scared, Alina. I don’t want to go all alone. I will be so far away from you, and I won’t be here when our parents get back.…”

  “I know, Gilde. I wish I didn’t have to send you,” Alina said. Then she thought, if our parents ever come back. God help us.

  “You don’t have to send me,” Gilde said. Her voice was firm and angry.

  “Yes, I do!” Alina took off the gold Star of David necklace that she’d received as a gift from her parents for her sixteenth birthday and slipped it over her little sister’s head. “Wear this until we are together again.”

  “But Alina, Mommy and Papa gave that to you. I know how much you love it. I couldn’t take it.”

  “You’re not taking it away from me, Gilde. You’re just holding on to it for me until we are together again.”

  “Please … don’t make me go.” Gilde reached up to her neck and gripped the Star of David and held it in her small hand.

  “You have to go, Gilde. I love you and that is why I am insisting on this. Please, trust me.” Alina made her voice as firm as possible.

  Lotti and Lev were waiting on the other side of the station; they wanted to give Gilde and Alina a few minutes alone to say goodbye. Lotti walked over with Lev at her side. She hugged Gilde, and then Lev hugged her as well. Tears stained Lotti’s cheeks and her eyes were red and swollen. They had been friends of the family for many years. And after Gilde and Alina’s parents had been
arrested by the Gestapo, Lotti and Lev had insisted that the two girls stay with them. It had all begun on the most horrible night of Gilde’s young life, when bands of wild ruffians had attacked the Jewish neighborhood where the Margolis family lived. They’d come through the streets looting and killing anyone who was outside. They shattered the windows of all of the Jewish-owned shops. Alina had been on her way home with her fiancé, Benny, when Benny was attacked. Taavi Margolis, Gilde and Alina’s father, heard Alina screaming and ran out of their apartment to help Benny. Taavi demanded that Alina get inside the apartment with her mother and sisters. The three females watched in horror as Taavi tried to stop the angry mob from kicking and hitting Benny with clubs. But the thugs were relentless. Then the police came and Taavi, not the attackers, was arrested. The police took him away in a black car that made a terrible alarming sound. All night the two girls and their mother sat up waiting and praying for Taavi’s return. When he’d not returned by the following morning, Gilde’s mother had gone to the police station to beg for her husband’s release. That was over two weeks ago, on a night that would become known as Kristallnacht, the night of the broken glass. Neither of Gilde’s parents had been seen since. For several years before Kristallnacht, Lotti and Alina had been working with a group that ran an orphanage for Jewish children. After Kristallnacht, the orphanage received an offer from the British government. They had arranged for a transport of Jewish children from the orphanage to be transported to Britain to live with British families who had volunteered to take them and keep them safe. As soon as Alina and Lotti heard about the program both of them pled with the authorities to take Gilde along with the group. After a lot of meetings and begging, Alina and Lotti were successful in securing a place on the transport for Gilde. Gilde was going to live with a family in London where she would be taken care of until the end of the war.

  And now the time had come to leave Germany. Gilde was standing at the train station as a frozen breeze swept across her face. With her knees quaking and tears freezing on her cheeks, she held desperately on to Alina’s hand for the last few minutes before she boarded the train into the unknown.

  Alina knew that if it weren’t for that fact that Lotti had been volunteering at the orphanage for many years and then gotten Alina a job there, it was doubtful that Gilde would have been able to join the rest of the children on this rescue mission. “It is for the best, isn’t it?” Alina had asked Lotti on the day that Gilde had received her acceptance letter. Lotti had assured her that it was, but the question still plagued Alina, even now, even after she’d made the decision to send her sister on the transport.

  “Gilde!” A heavyset boy of fourteen came loping over to Gilde. As he ran towards her he slipped on the ice and fell. His friend Elias, another orphan of the same age who’d been walking with him, laughed loudly.

  “You’ve always been so clumsy, come on, let me help you up,” Elias said, giving Shaul his hand.

  Shaul’s face was red with embarrassment.

  “Good morning,” both Shaul and Elias said to Gilde.

  “Good morning,” Gilde said without enthusiasm.

  Elias pushed back his dark hair that was falling over his forehead. Even at fourteen, it was already obvious that he was destined to be a handsome man.

  One of the teachers came over and handed Gilde and each of the boys a square of cardboard that had been made into a large necklace with two pieces of thick string. Written on the front of each of the cardboard tags were numbers. Gilde looked at the number.

  “What is this for?” she asked.

  “So that when you get to Britain your new family can find you and identify you. They have a card with your number. That’s how you will know each other,” the teacher said.

  “I don’t need a new family,” Gilde said, tossing the card back at the teacher.

  “I’m sorry,” Alina said, picking up the identification number and putting it over Gilde’s head.

  Shaul read it. “Your number is twenty-four, Gilde. I’m eighty-two, and Elias is seventy-nine”

  “Now we are nothing but numbers,” Gilde said sarcastically, shaking her head.

  “Please, Gilde. Don’t fight this. I know it’s hard. But you have to go,” Alina said. She had been trying so hard to stay strong, but now she was crying too.

  “All right, children, form a single-file line and say your goodbyes. It’s time to board the train.” One of the nurses Alina had become friends with during the years she’d worked at the orphanage was organizing the children for boarding.

  “Come on.” Shaul took Gilde’s hand, but she shook him off violently. Then she stood steadfast and would not move.

  “Alina? Do I really have to go? Really?” Gilde’s eyes were wide and pleading.

  Alina nodded “Yes. But don’t forget to write. Write often.”

  Gilde’s shoulders began to shake as she cried silent tears.

  Elias put his arm around Gilde. “Let’s go, Gilde. You’ll sit with me. This is going to be a great adventure. You’ll see….” He carefully led Gilde into the line and after a few moments, it was their time to board. Elias took Gilde’s suitcase and carried it up the stairs, and then he extended his hand to help her. Gilde turned to look back at her sister and Lotti with one more pleading glance.

  “Don’t make me go,” Gilde said. Alina could hear the pain in her sister’s voice.

  “I love you,” Alina said. “Write to me. Don’t forget….”

  Shaul boarded behind Gilde.

  They slid into their seats. Gilde went in first so that she could look outside, then Elias sat beside her and Shaul next to him.

  Now Gilde could see her sister, Lotti, and Lev through the small window. Elias was trying to distract her. He was talking. But she couldn’t hear him. Her ears were ringing too loud with fear. Then the whistle of the train sounded and Gilde jumped. The train rattled and sputtered as it sprang to life and began its journey to an unfamiliar land far away from everything Gilde loved. She craned her neck, turning all the way around to look out the window until the familiar forms of those she’d grown up with grew smaller and finally disappeared.

  Gilde knew it was cold but she hadn’t felt the bitterness of it until now. It stung like an icicle had punctured her heart. When she looked down, her hands were red and trembling. Elias, who was usually so arrogant, cocky, and distant, was very kind today. He took her hands in his. “We’ll be all right. You’ll see. I’ve read a lot about Britain.”

  “Yeah, me too,” Shaul said.

  Gilde just shook her head. She was gently rocking with the rhythm of the train as it rattled along the track. Her life was shattering, and although she appeared calm, she was stifling the desire to scream and kick the seat in terror. It felt as if the train were taking her into a dark tunnel where she would never know what had happened to her family. Letters? This was the only communication she would have with Alina. And her parents? Just occasional pieces of paper? No smiles, no hugs, no kisses goodnight? Where were her parents? Were they alive? A shiver ran down her spine. What if they were dead? Her Mommy and Papa dead? Shaul and Elias were orphans. She didn’t know when or how they’d ended up at the orphanage, but they had been orphans for as long as she’d known them. So, how could they ever understand how she was feeling right now? In fact, she couldn’t even talk to them about it. Gilde wrapped her arms around herself and shivered from the cold. Then she leaned her head against the window of the train car and tried to fall asleep so she didn’t have to talk. As she sat quietly feeling sorry for herself, she felt something warm being laid on top of her. She opened her eyes to see Elias had taken off his coat and was covering her with it. He smiled at her. She smiled back, but she still felt very sad and alone.

  Eventually, the warmth of the extra coat combined with the motion of the train coaxed Gilde into a deep, intoxicated sleep. It had been several days since the last time she’d slept through an entire night until morning without waking at some point shuddering from a nightmare. She was
sleeping so deeply that she hardly noticed when Shaul had put his scarf between her face and the iced-up window. There was a pulse to the railroad almost like music. Gilde’s body rocked along, finding peace in the continuous pace, until the train jumped forward then back and came to an abrupt halt. She opened her eyes slowly, but she was quickly forced back to the terrifying reality of her situation when she saw two men in Nazi uniforms enter the train car.

  “Open your suitcases. Now!” They were yelling “Shnell, shnell.”

  Because she’d been awakened so frighteningly, Gilde felt lost, unable to move. She was disoriented, but she knew she must comply with their orders and quickly. Gilde looked in the overhead compartment where she’d stored her valise earlier, but she couldn’t find her suitcase. The officers were tearing through everyone’s things, throwing their belongings all over the train car.

  “They’re looking for valuables.” Elias whispered to Gilde, “Get your suitcase and open it. If you have anything of value, give it to me now.”

  Immediately Gilde’s hand went to Alina’s necklace.

  “Hurry, give it to me before they see it,” Elias said.

  Gilde slipped the necklace off and handed it to Elias. He put it down his pants. She gave him a look of disgust.

  “I’m sorry. I had nowhere else to hide it.”

  “Shnell. Where is your suitcase?” The Nazi inspector pushed Elias against the train window. Gilde saw Elias’s hand form into a fist. Gilde knew Elias well enough to know he was angry and ready for a fight. She got up quickly and opened her suitcase and Elias’s. Then she rubbed Elias’s fist and shook her head, mouthing the word “no.”

  Elias looked at Gilde, took a deep breath, then unclenched his fist. Gilde knew that Elias wanted to hit the Nazi, to fight back. But she also knew that he didn’t stand a chance against the gun that she saw at the Nazi’s side.

  When the inspection was over, everything that Gilde owned was scattered like bits and pieces of broken dead leaves on the seat and the floor of the train car. Shaul helped Gilde to gather up her belongings and his own. Then he found Elias’s things and tossed them to him. Shaul and Gilde carefully refolded their clothes. Elias just threw his stuff back into his suitcase and slammed it shut.