“When you have lemons, make lemonade,” my mother had always said.
My question to her was: what happens if you had oranges?
Her response had been to ignore me, but I knew she got my point. I guess I got hers too but I had to wonder how she could keep up such a positive attitude after all she’d been through.
Losing your mother and father at a young age is hard for anybody, but to see them murdered in front of your very eyes was another thing.
She’d only been eight and her and her little brother had been spirited away in the night to the country by my aunt and uncle. She’d lived a life far removed from the war and had no real idea what was happening in any part of the world other than her immediate surroundings.
Life had been tough, but then, life was always tough, wasn’t it? You just had to try and fumble your way through it the best you could.
I wondered if I would be able to do the same.