August 13th, 1942
Today I was woken by Mr. Gibbson himself. He had come to treasure us that he was indeed all right, and that he had just been sick for a couple days. He said there was nothing to fear for now and that his assistant, Cally, had been the one calling the phone to tell us about all of this. We told him we hadn't answered in fear that it was the soldiers. Its a strange feeling, fearing for your life. But I have grown...acustomed...to it, as I should have.
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My Days In Hiding
Historical FictionA story about a young girl that lived during the holocaust.