I tried to live the best of my life i could while the time passed but my life only got worse. The rules we had to follow kept getting worse and worse. Soon my mom lost her restaurant and we barely had any money to live with. I couldn’t even go to school with Alice! They made us jews go to a different school like we're not even humans to them. As the months went by the number of jews in the public kept getting less and less. They moved then to new places called Ghettos, soon my family would be next and i’d never get to walk around the city. That morning two soldiers came to my house and told us to pack one backpack that we would be moving later this week and to be ready. My little brother didn’t know what was happening but he tried to do the same as me and my mother. We made sure we got the important stuff like clothing, shoes, the little money we did have, and fruit to keep us nourished. The next day my family and a whole bunch of other jews moved to the Ghettos. The Ghettos really didn’t seem that bad but we were not allowed outside of them. The Ghettos is like our homes but fenced in and locked. They locked up the windows securing it with bars so no one should open them. We had to rely on smuggling and the starvation rations. A major issue was with the crowded living conditions, starvation diets, and insufficient sanitation (coupled with lack of medical supplies), epidemics of infectious disease became a major feature of Ghetto life. I cried myself to sleep that night thinking that one day was the last day i’d ever see Alice again but little did i know i was wrong. Every morning i’d go outside to the fence hoping to see Alice and i did. I was so happy and she seemed happy to. We could only talk after school hours and i still felt alone even though she was right across the fence. I would tell her all the crazy rules we had to follow and how mistreated we were. I tried my best to be happy living in this Ghetto hidden from the other world. I felt as if i was like the monsters kids were afraid of at night. My brother didn’t seem so bothered by the ghetto as i was but then again he wouldn’t understand he was only 6.
-Sofia
