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__Addison Talle__- Ellie Addison Talle was born on October 26, 1915. Addison has a great life. Just like her last name she is tall. She has the model quality in her. Addison has long brown curly hair that flows around her oval face. When you look at her you see her piercing blue-silver sparkling eyes looking back at you. Her body curves are in all the right places. Addison is very popular and well rounded. She is funny, smart, and well loved. She likes to use sarcasm a lot. Addison was taken away when she was 13 months old. Supposedly her family had died in a fire and now she lives in Great Britain with her new mom and dad, Clinton and Adele. She has one older brother, Mason, who is very protective of her, a little too much at times. When Mason and Addison get into a heated fight, she learns that her family that supposed to die in the fire was still alive.

Biography __Macie Borkowski-__ Gina Macie Borkowski was born on May 8, 1917 in Lodz, Poland. Macie has long brown hair that is curly. She has blue eyes and has some strong features on her face. She lives with her brother and mother. It is hard for her to let people in because Macie's father had disappeared when Macie was only 5 years of age. Her father was everything to her, but when he disappeared she made sure her mother was like her best friend. She is 15 and now that she is getting older she is more aware of her family and her surroundings. Her birthday is coming up and she gets a much unexpected surprise, a letter from a person who seems to know her, but who is she? Macie has no clue who Addison is. As she reads the letter she finds out, and this changes her whole life. Her pen pal became just like her sister. Macie tells her everything. As things change in Poland, Macie asks a very big request from her pen pal. If Addison doesn't give her permission, then it could cost Macie and her family their life. Could Addison save Macie's family in time or does Macie have to come up with some other way of saving her family?

April 13, 1930 Dear Macie Borkowski, You may not know me, but I know you. That sounds very creepy, but I am your older sister, Addison. When I was 13 months old, I was taken away from our family. When I was 15 years of age, my step-mother told me that my old family had died in a fire. She had also explained to me that I had a little brother and sister. That's all she said and I was very confused. I don't remember you or my real family. I'm sorry that I'm writing now and not a while ago, but my mother and father are very strict. They just told me about you and your family, well my family too, I guess. Clinton, my father, and Adele, my mother, are very rich. Even through the economic struggle, we have the upper hand. I don't mean to be bragging if it sounds like that, but we aren't struggling with this like other people are. I miss not knowing who my family is and that I missed 15 years of your life. I understand that you have a birthday coming up, and I was hoping we can get to know each other. Hopefully, we can meet up soon. I was wondering what kind of things you like to do, what your favorite color is and so on. It is almost midnight here, and a light wind is coming in from the windows, making this night one of the nicest nights that I can remember. Hopefully, you have the same nights that we have. I told one of my best friends about you. Her name is Elenore. She, in a way, is also like my sister. We have been through a lot and I can really count on her. One night she was over my house and I saw Clinton kill a man. I had a feeling like I knew this man. I saw his face a day earlier when I was in town. I was with Clinton helping him buy some supplies for his hospital that is opening. This man came right up to me and held me. It was so unexpected that I just stood there. Even if I wanted to pull away I couldn't. I hope you get this letter soon. My only request is that you send this letter back to Rosebud Lane, London, +44 20, Great Britain. You are probably asking why? My reason is because I don't want my family to know about this. I get the mail for the old woman next door, so our letters will be safe. From your sister, Addison Talle

 May 5, 1930  Dear Addison Talle,  I'm sorry. I'm sorry about you getting taken away from us. I'm sorry that I don't remember you. Things like this don't happen in my life. It's a cruel, hard world, and I can't help but thinking that this is some sort of trick, but it’s not. If you don't mind, I showed my mother your letter. She came out with everything. The reason why I don't remember you is that I came two years after you did. She said I looked exactly like you. My eyes were your eyes. My hair was your hair. My head was the shape of your head. My mother said she thought you were dead, so when I showed her this letter, she broke down into tears. When I saw my mother cry, it was like a hole was ripping in my heart. Unlike you, I have few friends. I mostly stay inside learning and watching for people that work for this guy who, my mother said, is the devil. But my brother said he will never get us, whatever that means. He said we are safe in our home. Also, unlike you, I don't have a good, strong life. We are at the bottom of the food chain. My brother has to work extra hard to feed our family. My mother only gets money when there is room in the sewing factory, but she doesn't want me going there. I don't know why, maybe because the factory is out of the country. It's in Germany, which the devil lives in. My house is a few miles away from the border, which is safer for us. Anyways, I want to know more about you. Is your life better than mine? Is your family good to you? You can keep this letter if you want.  -Macie Borkowski

 July 11, 1930 Dear Macie Borkowski, I am so happy that you got my letter, and no I don't mind that you showed our mother my letter. I can't believe I also have a brother! I missed you so much that it makes me terribly sad. When I wrote to you, I was hoping that you guys were doing really well. I'm sorry that you’re not. Our Government is in a deep hole, and they are digging it even deeper. If you want, I can start sending money your way. I make plenty, and with Clinton's hospital that just opened up, we are making double. My life is good. My grades are to perfection, and I have my friends and family that support me. When you say that you want to know more about me, there are no words that describe me. I like jokes and I goof around a lot, and I use sarcasm. I love to make people smile and laugh. I always asked Adele where I get it from, she'd say that she has no clue. When I heard about you guys, I was hoping that I got some qualities from father and mother. How are mother and father doing by the way? I hope there doing good, as well. Besides being funny and sarcastic, I can be serious. I believe that there is no shy bone in my body. I could go right in the center of town, and start doing a crazy little dance and I won't be ashamed. My family would, but I wouldn't. You also ask about the family that I'm with now. They're good, I guess. They support me, and love me. Clinton has a bit of a temper though. Adele and Clinton got into a fight at dinner last night. When he stood up really fast to walk away, the chair flew at her. That is when things got bad. It scares me so much when he gets into fights like these. Clinton is the type of guy how, in a bad mood, will pick a fight with anyone and anything. Adele told me it was because of the economy, but I don't believe that reason. Something’s not right. Hope you'll write back soon. Addison Talle

July 8, 1930 Dear Addison Talle, Thank you, but no thank you. I will not accept your money, because the truth is that we are doing ok for a small family. Is it hard? Absolutely, but just because I am not rich, it doesn't mean I'm dying of hunger. I have food just like you, but the difference is that I work for mine. The Global Market has crashed and that is why it is so hard to get food. Our mother has a garden, but it’s not the same. The sun, water and soil all has to work together and right now they're not. We have mostly bread, rice and sometimes meat. We have a cow in the back that we couldn't live without it. I know that sounds weird, but it’s true. We get out milk and it is very good to cook with. It's a hard life, but it's my life. Working hard, well, that's ok. It fits my life style perfectly. Our government is pretty much like yours; in a deep hole. I really doubt that it is going to get better, but I'm hoping for the best, but expecting the worst. You know the saying when you die, you see a light. Well our brother said ours is sparking. I'm not sure if that is good or not, but something inside me is telling me it's not. Every Saturday, it's getting harder and harder to get to the synagogue. Did I tell you we are Jewish? Well we are, but don't tell anyone. I heard rumors that the German Devil hates Jews, but I'm not sure why. We are just like him. This is why we are so scared all the time. They kill people. They killed my father. He never went to the synagogue, but one day he left and never came back. The only explanation is that he got killed by the German Devil. My father was the best. He has tall and lanky. He could eat two whole sheep’s and still be so skinny. It was unbelievable. He had an oval head and had brown hair, but he is partially bald. His nose stuck out like a stick, and his lower jaw was in a little too far. He also had a great personality, just like yours. Everyone knew his name, personality, and what his weakness was. The one thing that you couldn't mess with was family. One time, I was walking home with him from the synagogue, and this guy started throwing rocks at everyone that came out. They weren't very old and they were wearing these uniforms. Well, anyways, one rock hit me, and as fast as you could say "stop", he took off running towards them screaming and yelling. The mean boys had like 15 years on my father so they got away, but my father kept running until the boys were half way to America. It was a sight to see. Well, that was my father. He was a great man. I wish you could have got to know him. He was amazing. It’s getting dark. I'm writing from the light from the moon. I wish you were here; next to me. Instead of writing we could have been talking. Mother asked one thing. She asked who took you away and why? Was it your family or were you left next to the door almost stepped on? Who took you away from us? With all the sisterly love that I possess, -Macie Borkowski

August 26, 1931 Dear Macie Borkowski, I know why you sent that letter. You had the same feelings that I had. I can't believe Clinton did that. I was so mad that I started yelling at my father; me yelling at him. It was a sight to see, but for some reason that didn't make me feel better. I moved out of Adele and Clinton's house. I'm still living close to them, next door even. I'm taking care of the old lady there. Her name is Caity. She is getting weaker and the economy isn't helping either. Since she has no relatives to support her, I took the task. I'm even picking up new skills. I know how to make bread, milk a cow, collect eggs, and not get chirped at. And the funny thing is that I like living this way. Before life was easy, almost too easy. Now, I see the way other people get their things to survive, and I like it. I feel like I'm finally doing my part. I fully understand why you're so passionate now about the way you work. I do have to apologize because if I received the letters I wrote to you, then I would have been thinking some mean things. I want to thank you for writing to me, it means a lot. Grandmother sounds like a beautiful, wonderful person. I want to meet her one day. Maybe when you go visit her, you can tell her I say hello for me and that even though I don't really know her, I love her. I've been thinking about visiting a lot lately. I think once our economy gets better and the whole Mussolini and Hitler thing moves on, I will come. If that is okay with you and mother of course. Is she doing any better? How is your food and money? I hope you all are doing better.  Love you all,  Addison Talle

March 31, 1932 Dear Addison Talle, I know it has been awhile, but I'm struggling. I can't breathe. I can't hear. I can't see. I can't even walk straight. My whole life is upside down. I feel weak all the time, and I think I might pass out. I don't know what to do. I'm in this constant struggle to play like nothing’s wrong me, but it is so hard. I didn't show mom that letter. You know what letter I'm talking about. I don't know what to do. If I show her, she’s going to... When grandpa died, it took 2 years for her to get anywhere near the way she use to be; outgoing, funny, always smiling. I’m afraid that when I tell her what happened to father, she will never be the same. If I don't tell her I have to suck it up, and act like nothing’s wrong. Is that wrong? Is that demoralizing his memory? I want to remember him like the way he was. If I have to be secretive about it, doesn't that make me a liar; pretending to remember him as the father who left and never returned. I know now that that is not him and he was an amazing father, but my whole family thinks that he might still be alive and that he abandoned his family. Is thinking that someone is alive and a ditcher a good thing? Or is it better to think he has died and died as an amazing dad that tried to save his daughter. It has been seventeen years since you got captured. It’s been 19 years since he disappeared. Is that too long to learn the truth? You know what? My family has put father’s disappearance behind them. They are at peace with it. They remember his funny, outgoing self, but they don't think about why he left and never came back. I think I'm not going to tell them or not just yet. We are doing well and I don't think they need any more rough patches in their life. I hope you stick behind me in my decision. But I hope you're well. I’m so glad you like working for food instead of just having it. See it may be tougher, but it’s something to do, and I can tell you some of my secrets how to make it more fun. I just have one word; sing. It gets me through most of my hard and boring times in my life. I hope you will try. Trust me, you'll love it. I’m going to grandmother's house. Did I tell you it is close to Germany? I'm scared that the devil is going to get us. I love to visit my grandma. She means the world to me. You can send the letters to 185 Janasa. Zielona Gora, Poland. I can't believe I’m going, but I have no choice. Talk to you soon, Macie Borkowski

 <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"> June 16, 1932

Dear Macie Borkowski, I don’t know if you realized how much we've grown together. It feels that I known you my whole life. I feel like we are and always were close. Clinton has gone away for a while. The emotions in my family are so weird. Adele and Mason want me back home and wanting to be waited on hand and foot. I'm not comfortable like that anymore. I love the tip you gave me about singing. I think the crows now know to fly in a 30 foot radius because if they do come close, well let’s just say I got lungs baby! This makes me smile. And it's weird because I haven't smiled lately. I've been too worried about you. I want to know you’re safe. Since you are going near the border of Poland, I want you to know that I know it must be scary. Just because I’m in Great Britain, doesn't mean I’m clueless to what’s going on. I know, and what I know I wish I didn't. The devil that you’re speaking of is named Hitler. He is in charge of Germany. I know now it was a big mistake. The most important thing I want you to know is that he started off good. I don't want you to think that he has all along been bad. He was nice a child like you. He once loved like you. He once lost like you. My advice is to try not to let soldier find you. Try to stay inside and try to stay away from windows. Also, I want you to know that I do stand behind you on your decision. I didn't know that father has been missing for that long too. The situation with father is just not fair to either of us. The British economy is in the slumps, and it’s not helping me feel better. We are still far from recovering from the effects of World War 1 and our economic output has declined in the past three years. Since the stock market crashed in New York we have been spinning downward. Two years ago we had reached a total of 2.5 million that was unemployed. I think even with new things coming we are going to reach even more unemployment. I hope Poland is doing better than we are. Forever, Addison Talle

<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"> November 25, 1932 <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"> Dear Addison Talle, <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"> I hate to break the news, but Poland is doing badly as well. I thought it might just be Poland that is doing bad, but I guess it's not. Now, I am at my grandmother's house, and it is worse over here. Since we are closer to Germany, we have to be extra careful. Like you said, they don't like finding out people are Jewish. I'm surprised that they aren't killing every Jewish person here, but I'm still scared. They treat everyone badly. I feel like I'm fighting for my family's life. My grandmother is also a Jew, but no one down here knows it. She never goes to a synagogue because she has this little trap door under her floor where she goes and prays. It is like she has her own synagogue down there. Sometimes, people knock on her house to see if there are any Jewish people living or hiding there. I don't know why because if there are they just say OK. Maybe they are asking because they are curious, but I know they will probably give that information to Hitler. (Yes, I know his name but the reason why I called him the devil was because it hurt every time I said his name. I feel like if I say his name he will appear.) Anyways, when these people knock on my grandmother’s door, we hide it a secret place. In her dining room, she has a big light. The light pops out of the ceiling and we climb in it. It’s a good hiding place. I always hear these rumors about these attacks on houses because they had Jewish people in it, but I don't think they are true. But they are treating us badly. Not only can we not go to school, we can't even live in a house in peace; all because we are Jewish. This is not far. Not in the least bit. I feel like everything I worked for is gone. You can't go to the town market because they will not sell anything to you, and since you cannot go outside, you have to get all your food from your eighty year old grandmother. I came here to help her, but instead she is helping us. That's why I’m asking you something. It would help us out a lot. My family and I, including grandmother, have been talking and we wanted to know if we can live with you. It will only be 'till things die down, but right now, we can't live like this. If yes then, we will help you out a lot. We will do everything we can; cook, clean, and we would hide so you don't have to get in trouble. If no, then I just want you to know that I love you and your family loves you. You are the best sister anyone could ask for and I hope that I see you. Things are getting so bad here, that it leaves me no chose but to say that if I don’t answer your letters, then I am never going to answer it. I might be in the camps people are talking about. I might be in a place where I can't send any letters or get in touch with anyone. Or, and I hate to say it but this is reality, I might be dead. I hope I’m not right, but something doesn't feel right. It's horrifying here. I scared everyday. We can't live in these small spaces. We could get to know each other more and actually see each other if you just let us live you with. Please. I just want to get out of here. I need to get out of here. Please help; for your family and for me. Help us. <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"> Always, <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"> Macie Borkowski

<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;">January 1, 1933 <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"> Dear Macie Borkowski, <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"> Your letter made me cry. The thought of you or mother or anyone from my family dying is not a thought that I want to be thinking. Your right, it is reality, but I just wish that it wasn't. I just want to wake up in this horrible dream that my mind banished me to. I wish that I can wake up and have my normal, fun life, but my life could never be what it once was. I think that you are feeling the same as I do, but I can't help think that your life is harder. Well, it is. The feeling that you might get hurt or killed is a feeling that I never felt. I never experience it and I never want to. The feeling that one of your loved ones might die is also a feeling that I'm not use to, but I’m feeling it right now. The feeling that you’re never going to see someone again I never felt also. When I read your letter, this is what I felt. I can't believe you’re feeling this. As your big sister, I want to do everything in my power to help you, and I will do my best. There is one obstacle in my way though; Clinton. If Clinton would have been away longer, I would have said get on a train and come right away, but he isn't away now. He is back. This is why I'm scared if you come. Clinton might see you and might turn us in, including me, but then again, I am always scared for you. I don't want you to be sent off into concentration camps of any sort. I love you so much and I don't want to lose you. Not again. I hate this. I really hate what is going on in this world. It is not fair to anyone; me, you and everything that breaths. Maybe we can be the first people to leave the earth and never come back. We can make a whole new world. This world isn't going to have any bad, just good. I wish I can go there now. I wish we can go there now. Make our world perfect and leave this horrible life behind. But today I heard something that reminded me of some good that is left in this world. I heard the sound of birds and I wish that those birds would come with us to our world. I just want to get out of here. I want to take you with me. This is why I am telling you to come and live with me. I would love to see you and the family. I can't wait. As for Clinton, he won't know. All I ask is that when he comes by, hide, but that's it. You don't have to worry about cleaning or cooking. It's my pleasure to live with my family and meet them. I can't wait to see you. <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"> Forever, <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"> Addison Talle

<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"> April 29, 1933 <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"> Dear Macie Borkowski, <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"> It has been three months. Three long months and I haven't heard from you. I can't breathe. I look through all of your old letters you sent me, wishing that I would read another one. I wait for you every day by the door. Every time I hear something at the front of the house I look and see if it is you. But my eyes always disappoint me because I never see you. If you didn't write back, I know there is a reason. Maybe you can't write or your letter got lost. But I know there is a reason, and I know that I will see you. It is just the amount of days I have to wait. I want to escape into our world, where the birds sing and where there isn't any evil or bad. There isn't any wrong. It is all good and kind. That is the world where I want to go. I will not go without you though, so I'm waiting. I don' care if it takes me all my life to get there. I'll wait for you. The old lady I was helping out died, but before she did she said something to me that made me think of you. She said, "Tonight is silent; the silence of two lovers hating and fighting. Neither one of them is right, but neither of them gives up." The two lovers, in my mind, are us. We do not hate and fighting each other, but what is in between us. We don't have a right to hate them, but we wish that they weren't there, so we can be together forever. We could take this world on together, side by side helping each other out each step of the way. And as the two lovers, we will never give up. I will never give up on finding you. I will never give up on waiting. Waiting for you, waiting for the family, and waiting for the world that I so desperately want to go to. I don't know if you will get this letter or if it will be the last one you will ever get, but I want you to know one thing; I love you, baby sister. I will always love you. When you come, I will be waiting by the door. I will give you the biggest huge of your life, but until then, I'll be waiting for you. I will never give up on finding you. I will never give up on waiting for you. I will never give up on loving you. <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"> Forever and always, <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"> Addison Talle

<span style="color: black; display: block; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left;">February 20, 1933 - Macie and her family moved away from her grandma's house. She had a friend nearby that they moved in with. They lived in her house for as long as they could. The owner of the house was not a fan of the Nazis and did everything she could to help Jews, but she wasn't a Jew herself, and the Nazi's knew it.

<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"> May 8, 1933 - Nazi's barged into the house where Macie and her family had been staying. The Nazi's opened fire <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"> and killed everyone there. Their reason for killing them, "They were viewed as a threat to us and had angered leading officer's," one Nazi said. Macie and her family where killed along with the owner of the house. Macie died on her birthday. She was only 16.

Addison Talle never stopped sending letters to Macie. She hopes that one of them will get answered by her sister. Addison never moved back to her family's house next door. She stayed in the house where she helping the old lady. Addison kept her promises and never stopped looking for Macie. She asked anyone from Poland if they knew her or her family, but every lead she got lead to a dead end. Addison also never stopped waiting for Macie. Every little sound she heard from in front of her house, she would run to see what she was. Every time she hoped it was Macie. Addison also kept her promise in a lot of other ways. She never gave up on the world that she pictured for her and Macie. She never went because Macie wasn't next to her. There was one other promise that Addison kept. She never stopped loving Macie.