Breath of freedom

Identity Cards

Later that day we all gathered our small belongings and started to head off.
"Rip your star off before we go." My mother stated.
"But-"
"Just do as I say Naomi." She sharply cut me off.
I rip my yellow star off and stare at it, this is a new start.
"Thank you" my mother told me as she also rips off hers.
We soon after leave and stop at the church before we arrive at the docs. There the priests sell identity cards, ones that will protect us, the ones we will become. My mother buys ours and I read mine off. "Verena, 15 years of age, Arryan"