After World War II, I was taken from my parents who people called gypsies by a midwife who took care of me and treated me like a daughter , I met and became best friends with Hanna who wasn’t a gypsy. I had contracted polio which resulted in my legs, one is shorter than the other but Hanna doesn’t seem to care.
The kids at school would bully me for my leg, but luckily I had Hanna to stand up for me. My bully Sybille slaps Hanna when she sticks up for me
Renate: Are you sure?
Hanna: This is gonna heal your leg.
When I told Hanna that we couldn’t play because Sybille was coming over, she yelled at me and hurt my feelings immensely. My mother overheard Hanna’s hurtful words and told her to never come back, I was too frozen to respond.
Hanna told me that she went and stole holy water from the church and to go over to her house in the afternoon, I was still very upset after what she had said to me but I went to her house anyways.
She told me that the holy water would fix my leg and I wouldn’t have a limp anymore. I trusted her and let her rub the Holy water on my foot and leg. After she was done there was still some water left so we drank it. Hanna said that her stomach was hurting after we drank it.
My leg was never fixed but Hanna and I’s relationship was healed I believe that I was a prop for faith between myself and Hanna.