Wednesday 12th May 1940
Dear Diary,
Today is Pia's birthday. At 6:30, I went downstairs and cooked an egg. I then poured a glass of milk. After that I ran upstairs, tiptoed into my room and got dressed.
When Pia saw it, she immediately turned to Mrs. Wells, and thanks her. I'm so angry.
"Oh it wasn't me dearie. It must have been Poppy." Mrs. Wells replied.
For that reason, Pia ran up to me and hugged me.
"Thank you!" she repeated, over and over again, staring at me.
I, also repeatedly say, "No problem."
Half an hour later, she stopped thanking me. After school I listened to the wireless and heard that France had been invaded. After that I went up to our room and found Pia sobbing on the bed.
I ask her what's wrong. She doesn't reply. So I ask again and she cries and then finally answers.
"I miss Mama, but I feel such a fool. I'm 12 years old and I'm crying." Then she wails a bit more.
When she finally quietens down I say, "I miss mine too, but we have to stay strong. We have to be strong together! Don't feel a
fool. Old ladies are probably weeping over their bright pink frilly nickers that they're knitting."
At this she laughed. I knew she would.