Closed Doors (FIN)

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WOOO--- this took a while. This is a short story for my social studies class, and i'm really proud of it. it's about a young 11 year old, batya, that she and her sisters tunneled out of Dachau, a
German concentration camp. take a look at what her life is like during world war 2

Submitted: November 02, 2017

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Closed doors

Lillian O.P ??

Batya could just make out the blurred facial features of her father, round eyed and bleeding “No!” Batya screeched. How could anyone die so brutally? Her senses blurred when the whistle of a shotgun sounded and her father collapsed in cold blood.

 Batya was startled into consciousness. Her Sister, Esther, soothing her. It had been exactly 46 sunrises since they had dug their way out of Dachau, a German occupied concentration camp, Faige had said so. As if Batya’s thoughts had summoned her, Faige pranced happily into the abandoned cave they called ‘Adina’, as the withered cave had sheltered them kindly. “Some Germans are willing to help us!” Faige said happily. “so we can get away from the Maveth (death) camps?” Batya asked eagerly. “Yes, Ahuva (beloved). But we do not use that word, ok?” Esther’s voice wavered like the morning dew. But why? I’m speaking the truth! Batya dared not say it out loud. She nodded and turned back to Faige. They finally had a home.

 

Batya stood by while Faige and Esther talked to the lovely old woman who was housing them. She knew it took a lot of courage to do so with the Nazi leader dragging death along with him. She wanted to help in any way she could.?The woman’s eyes locked with Batya’s, and she looked away. Instead, Batya gazed around the meadows, cluttered with weeds, bushes, and the occasional withered flower. I’m fixing that first. Batya reflected. It would look much better with lush herbs. Marigold, borage, turmeric, yarrow, chickweed, elderberry----- Batya was jerked from her thoughts as Esther called her name.” coming, Batya?” Esther inquired. “Of course!” Batya confirmed and clambered after her sister.

 

The cottage was small and cramped, probably made for two people maximum. The woman welcomed them to what she called ‘cheese plate’. “Batya,” Faige said. “this is Mrs. Belovich.” Batya nodded and took a bite of the cheese. It felt so much better than anything they would rarely give them in Dachau. Batya ended up stuffing her mouth with the flourishing substance, and thanked Mrs. Belovich with a mouthful of cheese. Mrs. Belovich later showed Her a room that looked like a child’s, wallpaper spread with clouds, a mobile above the queen-size bed, and several boxes filled with toys and children’s wear.

 

(time skip several weeks because nothing happens other than getting to know each other)

 Batya Gazed fondly out of the window. Mrs. Belovich had treated her and her sisters kindly, just like their old cave, Adina. “I see you’ve take fondness of looking out the window.” Batya whipped around to see Mrs. Belovich. At the door to her room. “I-I was thinking of replanting it.” She stammered. “Ahhh.” “what?” “What do you want to plant?” “Elderberry, Marigold, tulips, sunflowers, borage, chickweed…. Oh! And a vegetable garden to.” Mrs. Belovich pondered for what seemed like a heartbeat, then strolled out of the room. Batya shrugged and continued thinking.

The next day, Mrs. Belovich was out for a while. Faige and Esther had no idea why when Batya asked them. Batya decided to help by scrubbing dishes and doing laundry. She was hanging the last piece of clothing when Mrs. Belovich came back, a small chest dotted with cottony clouds in her hand. She looked over at Batya and walked up to her. Wha--? Mrs. Belovich handed the chest to Batya and she slowly opened it. Inside where planting tools and all the plants she had named.

 

(time ski-p to when WW2 ends)

Batya walked outside to check on her plants. It had been almost two years sense they had come to Mrs. Belovich’s house. Batya was almost 13. The Nazi reign had come to an end, and Batya was glad they weren’t caught. She snipped a lily of its roots and took it as a reminder of their time there. Faige and Esther had packed their things and said farewell to Mrs. Belovich. Batya cut another lily and handed it to Mrs. Belovich. And she said her last goodbye. They were halfway down the road when she glanced back, and the doors had closed.

 

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