At 18, Agatha was a wife. At 22, she was a widow. The stabbing pain of that loss engulfed her.
It was her mother who threw open the windows of her room and demanded that she leave her bed.
“Where can I go? Mutti”
“What could I possibly do?”
“You have always been a reader, my child.” Her mother said gently as she brushed her hair. “You could teach others to read. You are good with children and you are kind. you could be a teacher.” Mutti finished proud of herself for finishing that thought out loud.
Agatha breathed in Mutti’s dream and let it sit upon her heart until Mutti’s dream became her own.
A teacher, that became Agatha’s light in the gray that Bremen had become.
Agatha adored books. It was a way to speak to people, to hear their thoughts, to understand their feelings without actually meeting them. Books excited her. And, she was happy to share that joy.
After months of grey, Agatha saw light and she decided to step into it, because really, what else could she do?