Momma told me she was going out to get some milk and bread this morning. I remember looking out the window. I had this sick feeling to my stomach, as she was taking too long to get bread. I was getting really, really worried. When I am nervous, I brush the hair out of my face often. I seemed to have this terrible feeling in my gut that something is going wrong.
The time is going by too slowly as I write this. I am worried, too worried. “Momma should have been home by now,” I think to myself. I am not quite sure what time she left, or what time it is now, but I am praying for her to be alright and that those nasty, evil Nazis did not take her away from us. I don’t know what Papa would do without her, he really loves Momma.
As soon as Momma comes home, I will give her the biggest hug. I miss her so much, and with the fighting going on, I’m not too sure if she actually is coming home. I wish she would, to make me not so worried anymore.
March 13th, 1941.
Momma didn’t come home last night. Thomas and I cried the whole night, along with Papa. Papa wanted to go look for her body in the rubble, but he wasn’t sure at all where she was or what the Nazi’s had done to her. Baby Evette kept crying for “Momma”, and wanted her back. I couldn’t find the words to explain that she was never coming back.
I’m telling Thomas to never go out there. It is a dangerous world, with many dangerous people. He says he knows this, and he won’t go out there, at least not by himself. I worry that Papa will leave us too. I have to take care of baby Evette for now. I miss my Momma so, so much.
June 29th, 1946
It has been a year since the Holocaust has ended. I am happy that it has ended, once and for all. I didn’t expect anyone from my family to die, and I was devastated when my mother died. I had thought that my family would live together for a longer time than this. I am so thankful, although, that the Nazi’s did not take me away to prison, or sentence me to death.
Baby Evette is not such a little child anymore. She is now fourteen years old, and I am now twenty-two years old. Thomas has gotten married and moved to the states, where he can be free of all his worst memories. I still live in the house my father built, where I lived my entire life. My father is getting old, so I am taking care of him and Evette helps me.
The Jewish people are now free to live in peace and happiness. The Nazi’s are no more, and the leaders of the Nazis were recently tried for war crimes. If Adolf Hitler never became the prime minister of Germany, then none of this would have ever happened.
I will remember. I will remember everything I saw, everything my Papa and Momma told me. The most important thing I will remember is what it was like to feel ashamed because we were Jewish. These memories will play over and over in my mind, every little detail I can remember, like a song stuck in my head, but instead, these disturbing visuals stuck in my mind forever.
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