My name is Timothy, I am thirteen years old.In the house we live, there are five of us my mom, dad, my sister Rebecca, my brother Asher, and me.We are Jewish, it is hard for me to understand since I am the youngest in the family.It is June 3, 1944, and the places around us are surrounded by soldiers.We were sitting on the floor all of us doing different things when everything was way to calm I felt like if something was about to happen.
"Hault!"
The soldiers entered our home telling us to pack up clothes in 3 minutes.I was confused on what was going to happen, there were people outside being pushed or even hit for not wanting to leave.My mom handed me my luggage and said everything would be fine.Two minutes later we find our selves standing outside, the soldiers bossing us around, and then sent my mom and dad to a train together, Asher and Rebecca to another together, and I was sent to another with younger kids than me.My parents and siblings telling me to take care as they were pushed into the train.I just had to know where we were going, so I asked.
"Excuse me,sir", I asked.
"What do you want,you Jew", the soldier answered.
"Where are you taking us", I asked.
"A better place", the soldier answered.
"A better place",I whispered.
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"A Better Place"
RandomYoung Jewish children are sent to a train which is destined to go to a "better place".When they arrived they notice many people being pushed around or working in blue and white striped tops and bottoms.They had no idea where their parents or sibling...
