Oja stepped off of the train, clutching her suitcase close to her chest. It didn't have much in it, but considering she was traveling alone, maybe that was for the best. She looked around the crowded train station, losing herself in the hussle and bussle. People shouting in a language she couldn't understand, and running, hoping that they wouldn't miss their train. But among all the chaos, she was only looking for one person.
"Oja!" Oja was greeted by a hug, and a familiar voice.
"Hannah! I thought I would never find you!"
"Please, you needed me to find you. What would you do without me, little sister? Now come on, let's get out of here." Hannah dragged Oja back to her house.
"Oh my goodness...Your house is huge..."
"Maybe compared to back home."
"I guess so..."
"What's wrong, hun?"
"Do you think that I made the right choice coming here...?"
"What do you mean?"
"It's just that...I left as soon as I could, Mama died and I left."
"Oja, I got out of there as soon as I could too. You did nothing wrong. The woman was a witch."
Oja frowned.
"Hey... don't worry about it. I know what will cheer you up~"
"What...?"
"There's a New Years Eve party going on in the plaza, and you're coming with me."
"What?! Hannah, do you even know me? I have no friends, I talk to plants, I sit in my room and read all day!"
"Exactly, this will be good for you. You never got the chance to go out. This will be your chance to catch up on everything you missed because of her..."
"Are you positive...?"
"Would I ever lie to my baby sister?"
"I'm 18!"
"Still a baby to me. Always will be." She hugged Oja.
"Hmph."
"Come on hun, let's get you ready." She ran her fingers through Oja's auburn braids.
Oja nodded, and they both went upstairs.
YOU ARE READING
These First Few Years
Historical FictionOja has never once left her mother's sight. Not since the day she was born, but when her mother passes away she takes the opportunity to move away from her small farm in Poland, and move to Germany, where she happens to meet the love of her life.
