The Best For Everything

Ada walked quickly through the streets. There was few people, and many shops were closing for the night. It was cold, like a normal German December. Little stars twinkled in the sky, like nothing could go wrong.
But so many things were wrong.
Like her little twelve year old brother, Fritz, deciding to join the Children's Army. That was wrong. He rejected his own mother. She had cried so much that night. Ada didn't want to remember that day.
Ada was setting the table for dinner. Edda, Ada's mama, was pacing nervously around the room. Fritz was very late. Her father was sitting in a chair at the table, smoking a cigar.
"Calm down, Edda. He'll be home soon." He soothed. Still, Edda continued pacing. Fifteen minutes or so later, Fritz flung open the door. There was a grim, determined look on his face. Edda gave him a big hug, scolding him, gently, for being late.
"What kept you so long?" She asked.
"Oh, I was just with some friends. We were talking." He says, nonchalantly.
"Talking about what?" Ada asks. She was a little annoyed with Fritz.
"Talking about joining Hitler's army." He responds, eagerly. Father scoffs,
"You're too young!"
"No! Hitler has an army for boys, as to get a head-start on combat and expirience." The hard look has returned to his face. His blond curls flopped over his blue-green eyes, that were so like his mother's.
"Absolutly not!" Says Mother. And then, Fritz did the most horrible thing. He slapped her across the face. Now, Fritz was a big boy of twelve, certainly bigger than most boys his age, and he could easily knock down frail forty year old woman. Father stands up, in order to protect his wife.
"My loyalty belongs to Hitler! My family is not important!" Then he runs out.
Ada shuddered at the memory. She was going home from school. Her father was very serious about her education, now that the war had started. He said,
"The bakery is in danger of closing. You can't just live with your mama and I for the rest of your life."
Her response was,
"Then I'll get married."
He laughed. As well he should have. Ada was notorious for turning down any jungen* who aproached her in a romantic way. She had no idea why. It gave her the reputation of hündin.
Ada opened the door of her father's bakery, Weizen Haus. There was an apartment above the bakery. She climbed up the stairs, wearily. There was another door. Inside was a very simple dining room adjacent to a small kitchen. Her parents' room was to the left of the dining room, Ada's was to the right, which she shared with Fritz. Well... Used too. He was now at the training camp now, though why in the middle of winter she'll never know. It probably would have been better if he enlisted in the summer.
Mama was in the kitchen bioling some soup. Lately, they have been eating a lot of soup. Ada went there, and pulled out some bowls, only three, from the cupboard.
"Where's Papa?" She asks.
"He's at the mill. He's trying to get some wheat." Every since the war started, there has been a shortage of almost everything. Except Nazi soldiers. There were plenty of them around. And now her brother was one of them. Ada acciently drops the spoons she was holding. They clatter to the ground.
"Be careful." Snapped her mother. Ada rolls her eyes, then sets the table, only three places. There was a click on the lock, and her father strolled in with a wonderful grin on his face.