August 15th, 1942
I skipped days again, for my mind wandered recklessly all day and night for 2d days and for that I apologize. I suppose I should apologize for not mentioning my name as well. I miss my friends, and my siblings do as well. We haven't seen them in nearly 2 months. If I see them again, I will charish and hold each and Evey day I spend with them close to my heart. The soldiers will pay for all the pain they have caused. I don't know how it will be done, but they will be punished. The rather of god will fall upon them. Another family was taken today. Dragged out into the square and executed for refusing to sell their store. What a dreadful sight.
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My Days In Hiding
Historical FictionA story about a young girl that lived during the holocaust.
