My sister was married to a Navy man who’s wife had just given birth to a beautiful daughter in November. They were stationed in Pearl Harbor. When the attach hid, there was chaos.
When the attach happened, they were told to evacuate. My Sister, living on Diamond Head, had to take one year old, on a journey back to the East Coast where our entire family lived.
We, of course, welcomed her back with open arms, but not knowing what was happening to her husband, was a BIG problem.
She and her adorable daughter came home, lived with us until the war was over.
My sister went home to God, but my wonderful niece is still with us.
I was seven years old when she made me a niece.
And I love her.
Correction:
I was seven years old when she made me an AUNT.