August 5th, 1942-Evening
'I am sad' I think. 'Sad because of today's events. But what is worse, is I am thankful. Thankful that it was not us.'I am still afraid however, and all thanks to a single thought. 'One day, it might be.' I am haunted by these thoughts every day. The idea of death is not what frightens me, for as long as I die an honorable death, it will be mercy. And if I have been delivered that mercy, I will have lived a good life and will be remembered. And if I don't die, and everything goes back to normal, than I will live life to the fullest!! But what scares me the most is-qhat if I don't die, and life never goes back to normal?
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My Days In Hiding
Historical FictionA story about a young girl that lived during the holocaust.