“They’re singing again!” My Daughter says as she excitedly jumps around dancing. “Mommy and the Angels are singing!”

My wife died around three months ago; or was it four? Time moves so fast or so slow depending on how you look at things and the situation. But no matter, I still have my daughter.

She keeps me sane and In check just as all 7 year old's do. Most of the time, she makes it her job not to let me cry. If she catches me weeping she gives my a big ol’ hug and tells me to “wait for mommy to start singing” and that “I’ll be better”.

On the occasion that I do feel well, we play hide and seek. Every time she gets found, her favorite thing to say is “can I try again”. It’s her favorite game and I’m glad that it is. It has become very important over the last few weeks that we don’t “get found”.

During the evenings, we like to sit on the balcony and watch the Magic Sky. The Magic Sky consists of it being it’s dark self then exploding in an orange-yellow light, the back to dark. While the Magic is happening, Mommy and the angels are singing.

Or that’s what I told her when it first started. How was I supposed to tell my 7 year old daughter why the Air Raid sirens were ringing, or why we were being bombed every night. It was an impossible topic, so I did what I could.

Fast forward a few Magic nights, we were playing her favorite game. While I was seeking, we heard heavy boots following one another up the wood stairs. I found her as fast as I could and hid with her. As I started explain to her why we were concealing our selves away together. The door swung open.

With a heavy thud, the boots and men’s voices filled the room. “Where are they” I heard one say. “Start looking” another voiced. Soon they looked everywhere, except in one particular vent. They opened the cover and there my daughter and I were. The man screamed “Found them”

I started to cry, I knew our time was coming to an end. I looked at my daughter, she looking at me with glassy eyes. In a last attempt I heard her squeak “Can we try again”.