Adina's Holocaust

April 17th, 1943

April 17th, 1943, Auschwite, Birkenau

We were sent today to new area. My mother tried hard not to look worried, but she was obvious. She gripped hard on the bag that held her dresses she loved. She loved the light cool colors of baby blue, yellow, and pink. She always tried to dress me, but I never liked to wear them. My sister on other hand loved them as much as she loved showing off to boys.

"Mom? How long until we get there?" I asked softly, mother gripped tighter. She looked at me and smile, "I don't know Adina." I loved when she said my name, and made me smile. Adina meant delicate or gentle, which fit my personality perfectly.

"Where the hell we going anyways?" Malka asked dropping in her seat. She defiantly fit into her name properly, she wanted to be queen and she acted like it. "I am starving!" She complained finishing. Mother ignored her completely and looked out the train window to the view. The grass was green and flowers everywhere, it was beautiful.

"Adina? Time to get up." I felt cold hands on my shoulder, rocking me softly. I opened my eyes seeing my mom with the weirdest expression I have ever seen her with that I could remember. I slowly got up keeping her glare until I saw the window. My heart dropped when I see the flowers weren't there anymore. Not only that the grass wasn't either, it was dark and dead. Everything, even the air seemed different and heavy.

"Mom?" I called, but never got an answer and we sat in silence. Train was coming to a stop and saw the trails and soon people. The sight made me feel extremely uncomfortable and saw their faces, that worried me even more. The door opened and a young man that looked about 25 came in giving us a greeting nod.

"Your cases?" He asked holding up his hand to take our belongings. My mother hesitated and she slowly handed our things over to the man. "Thank you!" my sister said smiling, but the worker didn't smile back. He left instead going to the next room of people. "Rude!" Malka said crossing her arms. "Shut up!" Mother hissed, both of us was shocked. Mother never spoke with such tone before. We all were silent once again. We walked out of the train in a line trying to stay with family, but I got lost from a push from a worker trying to get us out quickly. Mother was no where in sight as I looked around panicking.

"Dear new guest! Welcome to your new home! We won't harm you but there are rules you must follow. If any rules are broken you will suffer the consequences for your action!" The speaker from the man standing on a large looking podium said, giving us our rules. Then afterwards, we were sent to split in half between boy and girl. I scanned the people walking slowly trying to find my mother or sister. Finally, my eyes saw the familiar hair that belonged to my sisters and hers alone.

"Malka!" I yelled grabbing her hand. I grabbed it harder than I thought I was and it worried me. "Where's mom?" I whispered, she gave me look and it angered me. "Move!" Man said pushing my sister and I to the side. "Hey!" My sister yelled and the man eyes were deadly and scared me. Malka was silent and backed away pulling me with the other women and girls.

Seemed like forever the leaders were talking then soon asked people who knew for to sow, grow farm crops, and other things. People slowly moved forward but hesitantly. Most people just stayed there and some whispering, "Should we move up?" The people working walks around watching the people questioning them. One caught my eye as he walked over to me kneeling. His eyes were blue and he smiled, "What about you? Do you have any talent?" He looked at me up and down searching my body and made me extremely uncomfortable. "What jobs are to offer?" I said looking down, I can hear him giggle harshly with a reply, "You don't worry you can be in many things." Felt an arm pull me away from the group of women and girls. "What about me?" My sister said trying to act cute rocking herself back and forth. At the moment I never wanted to slap my sister so hard. "You can't just take my sister, I am better than her." He only looked at her and nodded, my sister walked to me.

Hours later, the people who were upfront was separated and sent to where we were going to be living and followed by people who were already here. Once again the long short "houses" we stayed at was separated between girls and boys. We were told more rules and when he asked for any questions a girl about my age raised her hand. She has red hair curly and short with freckles kissing her face on her cheeks.

"When can we take our shower? My mom is there and I need her" She was on the verge of tears and alone. Worker only stood there searching of what to say, "You won't be seeing her anytime soon."