A promise It was 1930 in the small town of Molching, Germany. Lissette Meminger was a twelve year old German girl, who was given up by her Father to live with her foster parents. Her mother, Rosa Meminger, was persecuted for being a communist, while her father, Rick Meminger, was a Jew hiding from the Nazis. Rick looked at her deeply in her eyes with compassion, as he examined her. Her hair was a rich shade of gold, it flowed in waves that adorned her glowing pale skin. Her eyes, framed by long brown lashes, were a bright oceanblue. "I promise that I will come back for you, mark my words. I will come back with your horse ," he blurted with a somber tone. As Lissette proceeded to hug her father goodbye, she looked at him with pleading sight. Her face showed distress and as she closed her eyes, teardrops slowly ran down her face. " I promise that I will be patiently waiting for you, daddy" She sobbed. That was the last time Lissette ever laid eyes on her father. Nine years passed, and the situation in Germany had gotten worse. As the moon continued its orbit, Rick Meminger had started to begin his journey. The cool night breeze whistled softly, blowing lightly through the exhausted mouth of Liz, and Rick. "Come on Liz, don't you want to meet who I named you after, few more meters bud" said Rick as they walk. Rick had grown into an older man, his charcoal-gray hair was oily and un-kept as if he hadn't known the pleasure of a shower since his early days of hiding. His once blue striped uniform had been torn, faded to light gray, and covered with sweat-stained and mud. His long, slender nose was set above a full crooked mouth with little lines at the corners. Giving his face the character of someone who used to smile a lot , only revealed a portrait of a man who knew only regrets. To Lissette, there was no sign of Rick Meminger. She was sitting on the wooden porch gazing at the stars, wondering when her father was going to fulfill his promise. Then all of a sudden,bombs came down, and soon the clouds were black and the cold raindrops turned to ash. Hot snowflakes showered her whole body, blocks of cement and roof tiles hugged her as her soul flew like an angel. A bird flew from a turret above Rick's head, as he investigates on his surroundings, Liz moves and made a neighed sound as if he knows. Rick felt a drop in his heart, he felt the strangeness and emptiness the of the house. "Is anybody there?" asked Rick, He had arrived at the empty house with the horse that he promised for his daughter. He knocked multiple times but no one answered. The front door was closed, and the wind and rain had whipped a coating of dust against the shattered cements. The furniture on the floor showed that it had been shut for years. His emotions became overwhelming, his heart was pounding rapidly, goosebumps started to strike his skin as he leaned through the window . His attention was now focused on the crooked white figure which stood front of him. It was a grotesque outline of a grown woman, her hair like a wave of gold. Her beady blue eyes pierced through him, as his father whispered, "I came, just like I promised".