Why I am Here Today
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So for my Social class, we had to do a research project on something tragic that happened in the past 150 years, like a genocide. I decided to research the Russian Pogroms, and because my teacher is so cool, we were allowed to present our findings in a short story, so here is mine.
Naum is a survivor of the pogroms that took place in the Russian Empire. Now, 57 years later, he recalls what happened to his grandchildren. No matter how hard it is to talk about, they need to know.
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