This afternoon I sent you four small packages at 100 grams each. They contain homemade shortbread that you can eat without having to worry, because I made them especially for you with no baking powder. One package is the soap dish you requested. Tomorrow I’ll send three more with the same contents to your address. It is so unfortunate that one can only send 100 grams at a time. In the letter that went with them, I included the pocket comb with mirror that you requested--hopefully it arrives undamaged. Do you have any other requests? If I can fulfill them, I will do so with pleasure. Tomorrow I’ll go myself to the post office, because I want to ask them about sending money. If it’s possible I’ll send you 50 RM.
My darling sparrow, how are you? Please write me exactly how you are doing. You know how it is--in the morning, my first thought is of you and in the evenings my last. I worry so much when you are sick and I can’t do anything about it and can’t even be with you. Hopefully it will at least get better with time. I have such a firm belief that you will come home soon, because they can hardly expect to keep you there--if they would assign you to a domestic post, you would be able to fulfill your duties there just as well.
Everything here is fine. I’ve had to be a bit stricter with Irmgard and Elfriede lately, otherwise they don’t behave. Lately, every day in the morning there has been awful chaos--they’ve been hopping around on the beds. Spankings and sharp words did nothing to stop them. So one day I told them: “Okay! Tonight you’re sleeping in the basement on the air raid pallets!” The whole day I led them to believe that I was very serious. That evening, they cried and begged me to let them sleep in their own beds, they wouldn’t hop around anymore and in the morning they would lie quietly and talk with one another. Now everything is great! The little Brigitte is too cute now that she can walk all by herself. This afternoon she pushed Elfriede’s doll stroller around the room with a very serious little face. Now and then she would pause and soothe the doll, tucking it back in its bed. It was so touching to see how such a small girl could already have such a strong maternal instinct. When I see something like that, on the one hand I am so happy, but on the other hand I feel so sad that you aren’t experiencing all of this with me, because these experiences are new and different with every child.
There’s nothing new to write about here. In the neighborhood, Mrs. Lutzeier died. Mr. Netzer is in the hospital. They’re not sure what’s wrong with him. Mrs. Purcher died as well. Mr. Pöhler is actually here. He’s doing a course on war administration and inspection. Fred’s doing that as well. Did you get the letter from me that contained letters from Fred and Eugen?
My darling sparrow, get well soon and stay in bed like you’re supposed to, because your health is the most important thing. You’ll have so much time to write to us and think about us--we think of you all the time.
In enduring love, I greet you and kiss you from my innermost heart,
Your Emilie and children