Essay On Isabelle Dialectical Journal

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My husband, Antoine, was sent to help fight the Germans during world war 2. I didn’t think that I would be able to carry on alone without him, I had to take care of my daughter, Sophie, also which made it more difficult. The only income I had was my teaching job at a school where my friend Rachel and I worked. My father had sent Isabelle, my sister, to escape Paris from the Nazis and to live with me in Carriveau. Along the way, she meets a man named Gaetan and falls in love with him. Gaetan invites her to join the French resistance but leaves her with me. She always was Outspoken which I made me afraid that it might draw the attention of the Germans. _____________________________________________________________________________________ …show more content…

Beck discovered Isabelle and I had to hit him in the head with a shovel or he would’ve turned her in. Isabelle was shot, and Beck died. Gaetan took Isabelle to a safe house to heal and he finally admitted that he loves her. Another Nazi billeted with Sophie and me, he was very cruel and impregnated me. Another Jewish friend of mine was taken away and I helped take care of her son. Unfortunately, I couldn’t keep him at my home so I took him to the orphanage at the convent. From there I started to rescue Jewish children whose parents were taken away. Isabelle was captured by the Nazis but refused to answer their questions about the Nightingale, they don’t think that she could be the nightingale since she is a woman. To save her, our father turned himself in claiming to be the nightingale. He was shot and Isabelle was sent to a camp. When the war ended, Antoine returned home to me pregnant and I told him that it must have happened the first night he came home. Isabelle returned to Carriveau and was extremely ill. Gaetan comes to Carriveau also to find her, I was devastated when she passed away in his arms. Jewish officials then took Ari/Daniel to return him with his relatives who lived in America. I lost two people dear to me that