“I’m not a little child anymore. I know that she means they might be dead, not just in another place somewhere, but it doesn’t make sense that all those people are dead. It’s impossible.” — Jennifer Roy Copy Share Image
“I wish I could rip the star off (carefully, stitch by stitch, so as not to ruin my lovely coat), because yellow is meant… — Jennifer Roy Copy Share Image
“I’m not a little child anymore. I know that she means they might be dead, not just in another place somewhere, but it doesn’t… — Jennifer Roy Copy Share Image
“Then I have a new worry. If God dies, who will run the world? I hope it’s not the Nazis.” — Jennifer Roy Copy Share Image
