"I want to remember your face right now. I don't want to dwell tonight on the bad things that happened today. There will be so many other things in the weeks to come that will give us wrinkles and make me go gray. Right now I want to remember your smile and the way your laugh sounds. I don't want to think about Oscar or the necklace. I want to be you for a moment and just focus on the good things," Ezra said surprising himself the most. 

He'd meant those words more than anything else. There would be plenty of time for him to cry over the things that would happen in his life and what was sure to come. In the morning she would go home and relive her life separate from him and he would do the same, but right now she was learning about his own and he was opening up more to the idea that maybe her changing religions wasn't such a bad idea. Maybe they could be happy. Hitler would lose his power over the people soon. The attention span of a human was like a dogs. They would go hard at first with the beliefs, but then they would go back to normal. He was stupid to worry about the future when his present was this lovely.

"Tomorrow we can go back to reality, but right now I need to escape it and I want to escape it with you, Marta," Ezra said reaching out his hand and taking hers.

He wasn't sure if all the trauma had finally gotten to him or if he was slowly descending into madness. If his mother had heard him say those words she'd have smacked him back into the reality quicker than ever. She was never one to be a dreamer the way his father was. He had dreamed of owning his own bakery and he made it happen while he was Ezra's age. His dad and his mom had just gotten married and before kids they penned the whole idea down. It wasn't until after Ezra had turned 5 that his father started to grey and the dream seemed more like a burden.