Tommy's POV:
We emerged from the air raid shelter cautiously looking about us, wondering if one of our homes was the one destroyed. Thankfully, I could see the houses lined up, and I could tell that our house hadn't been hit.
"Are we okay?" my little sister Susan, asked, clutching my mum's hand.
"Yes," I said, and Mum sighed, relieved.
"Thank God!" she whispered, kissing Susan's jet black hair.
"Hmm?" Susan asked sleepily, putting her head on Mum's shoulders. She looked so peaceful and innocent that I wished she would just sleep through the entire war so she wouldn't have to deal with all the strange noises.
Back in our house, Mum turned the radio on, and listened to the BBC. It was more of the same things about Jews, but it was still important.
Winston Churchill's voice came over the radio, sounding very reassuring and calm.
I wished he would come to our house and cheer things up for us.
Lord knows we need it.
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TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS: A WWII Story
Historical FictionThe year is 1943. Anita Geertje is a fourteen-year-old girl living in Amsterdam. She has dreams of becoming an artist and going to America to paint. But then one summer evening, her entire family gets a call-up to Auschwitz. And things will never be...
