False Identity

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

A young girl gets sepperated from her family during the Holocaust, read on to see what extremes she takes to be with her father.

I had no clue as to where we were going, the last thing I remember was going to sleep. But now my dad is running with me in his arms through the woods, with my pack on his left shoulder and his pack on his right. My brother and sister didn’t seem to be anywhere in sight and in that moment I heard the twigs snapping not far behind us. My dad hides me in a pile of debris from old trees, setting both our packs close by me. For a moment it was very quiet, but then a deep voice sounding very different from my fathers said, “HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? YOU SHOULD BE ON THE TRAIN BY NOW!”. “I-I got lost. Can you please direct me to where I’m supposed to go?”, my father said. I could hear the worry and fear in his voice. “Yes, come along now”, the deep voice commanded. I had no idea where my father was or when he was coming back and as time pasted by slowly I stared at the blank darkness and my eyes began to grow heavy with what seemed to be every passing minute.
When I awoke I couldn’t see my father and the light was blinding. “Dad. Daddy where are you I asked . “DADDY PLEASE BE OKAY! WHERE ARE YOU DADDY?” I screamed. I began to slowly walk, completely cautious of all the sights and sounds around me. After awhile I became frightened, not knowing where I was or what to do. “DADDY!!!” I yelled and waited but there was no response just the silence of Germany’s woods. I sat down and leaned against an old pine tree, praying out loud hoping that god would hear me, “God please help me find my father and let him be okay. Help me find my way give my a path to lead me to my destiny.”, I pleaded and busted into tears.
I cried for what seemed like hours, the noon sun just set high above showing me a clearing just ahead. I got up slowly and began walking towards the opening in the large wooded area. As every step took me closer I could see a train with many people being loaded onto it. I stopped, remembering the man with the deep voice took my dad to a train. I walked towards the train trying not to be seen. I could see all these people being loaded into the train but not my father, he was no where to be seen, and I could see people being lead away by German soldiers. I took one last look and turned away running back into the woods without being seen.
I began to grow hungry, for god only knows how long its been since I’ve eaten. So I opened my backpack to see if my dad had packed any food. Inside there were; a dozen sandwiches, 3 loafs of bread, a jar of strawberry jam, 6 bottles of water, and a bread knife. I pulled out a sandwich and ate it while resting against a boulder that sat upon a hill in the woods. Afterwards I opened my fathers pack; there was a gun, a box of bullets, a first- aid kit, a pocket knife, and a pair of scissors.
After my food settled I got up with both packs and walked back to the clearing and started following the railroad tracks headed away from the train. I walked until sunset and found a small stream under a bridge and decided to stay there for the night. As I sat there I began to think about my family and if I was going to see them ever again and then I cried myself to sleep.
The next morning I woke by the sound of a train hammering down the train tracks above me. Terrified by the noise I sat up quickly and waited for the noise to fade into the distance. Once the train had passed my mouth started watering so I pulled out the bread and jam and made myself breakfast. Once I finished eating I washed my hands in the small stream flowing gently before me and began my journey again.
The morning sun was hot on my back, and the air was warm and still. I walked for what seemed like miles until the sun hung at its highest point in the sky in the sky and stopped for some rest in a comfortable looking patch of grass beneath an oak tree. I laid down staring at the bird nest perched in the tree above me and listened to the babies cry for their mother and that made me think about finding my dad. “God please lead me to the place where my father is and please god let us unite once again!” I prayed out loud. After a while the sun hung crooked in the sky, so I got up and started walking. Black clouds started rolling in and it became dark and cool as if it was about to storm so I began looking for shelter to keep me out of the rain. After about 30 minutes I found an opening in the rocks that created a cave-like-structure. As soon as I was settled in the sky started leaking.
When I woke up the following day the sun was just starting to come up and its rosy fingertips were poking up out of the horizon. I ate a few slices of bread, drank some water and began walking again. Everything was wet from the storm that hit the nigh before. My shoes were soaked with water from sloshing through the puddles beside the train tracks. The air was cool and slightly blowing against my skin and the birds were out digging bugs that were brought to the surface of the ground by the rain.
I walked for miles and miles until my legs grew weak and I got hungry again. So I stopped and sat under a pine tree and ate another sandwich and drank some water. After I was done I rested under the tree until the was getting very close to the west and started walking down the tracks until I heard a train rumbling in the distance so I dashed into the woods and waited for the train to pass. But by the time it did the sun was just beginning to sink down behind the trees and dip into the horizon. So I went to lay in the tall grass below a pecan tree. As the stars started twinkling into the night I began to slip away into my world of dreams. The next morning I woke up because a bone chilling breeze blew roughly against my damp skin. The sun wasn’t even above the trees yet. I pulled out the bread and ripped of a piece and put the rest away and ate it on the way because I was more eager than ever to find my dad. I had a good feeling about today in the pit of my stomach “God please, please let me be getting closer to finding my dad.” I prayed.
After walking until the sun was in the middle of the sky I noticed smoke floating into the air and something burning, something disgusting not far from where I was standing. I followed the tracks for a bit more and then I saw them. Up ahead and to my left there were hundreds maybe even thousands of men and teenage boys all wearing black and white stripped pajamas, most of them looked as if they haven’t eaten in weeks. Then I saw my dad hauling dirt out of a hole in a wheel barrel. I kept walking in the woods towards a group of younger men standing in a circle talking. I got close enough to where I could hear what they were saying but couldn’t see me.
“I heard that the women are going to other camps like this one and that only boys and men can come here.”, said one of the men. “I’m sure that’s true because I haven’t seen any women since I got on that train” replied another man. That was all I needed to hear, so I turned around and sprinted away from the men until they were just a blur behind me. I opened my dad’s pack remembering that there were scissors in his pack, I took them out and started cutting away at my hair. I was determind to be with my dad even it meant we were going to be stuck in that god awful place for the rest of our lives.
I had no clue as to where we were going, the last thing I remember was going to sleep. But now my dad is running with me in his arms through the woods, with my pack on his left shoulder and his pack on his right. My brother and sister didn’t seem to be anywhere in sight and in that moment I heard the twigs snapping not far behind us. My dad hides me in a pile of debris from old trees, setting both our packs close by me. For a moment it was very quiet, but then a deep voice sounding very different from my fathers said, “HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? YOU SHOULD BE ON THE TRAIN BY NOW!”. “I-I got lost. Can you please direct me to where I’m supposed to go?”, my father said. I could hear the worry and fear in his voice. “Yes, come along now”, the deep voice commanded. I had no idea where my father was or when he was coming back and as time pasted by slowly I stared at the blank darkness and my eyes began to grow heavy with what seemed to be every passing minute.
When I awoke I couldn’t see my father and the light was blinding. “Dad. Daddy where are you I asked . “DADDY PLEASE BE OKAY! WHERE ARE YOU DADDY?” I screamed. I began to slowly walk, completely cautious of all the sights and sounds around me. After awhile I became frightened, not knowing where I was or what to do. “DADDY!!!” I yelled and waited but there was no response just the silence of Germany’s woods. I sat down and leaned against an old pine tree, praying out loud hoping that god would hear me, “God please help me find my father and let him be okay. Help me find my way give my a path to lead me to my destiny.”, I pleaded and busted into tears.
I cried for what seemed like hours, the noon sun just set high above showing me a clearing just ahead. I got up slowly and began walking towards the opening in the large wooded area. As every step took me closer I could see a train with many people being loaded onto it. I stopped, remembering the man with the deep voice took my dad to a train. I walked towards the train trying not to be seen. I could see all these people being loaded into the train but not my father, he was no where to be seen, and I could see people being lead away by German soldiers. I took one last look and turned away running back into the woods without being seen.
I began to grow hungry, for god only knows how long its been since I’ve eaten. So I opened my backpack to see if my dad had packed any food. Inside there were; a dozen sandwiches, 3 loafs of bread, a jar of strawberry jam, 6 bottles of water, and a bread knife. I pulled out a sandwich and ate it while resting against a boulder that sat upon a hill in the woods. Afterwards I opened my fathers pack; there was a gun, a box of bullets, a first- aid kit, a pocket knife, and a pair of scissors.
After my food settled I got up with both packs and walked back to the clearing and started following the railroad tracks headed away from the train. I walked until sunset and found a small stream under a bridge and decided to stay there for the night. As I sat there I began to think about my family and if I was going to see them ever again and then I cried myself to sleep.
The next morning I woke by the sound of a train hammering down the train tracks above me. Terrified by the noise I sat up quickly and waited for the noise to fade into the distance. Once the train had passed my mouth started watering so I pulled out the bread and jam and made myself breakfast. Once I finished eating I washed my hands in the small stream flowing gently before me and began my journey again.
The morning sun was hot on my back, and the air was warm and still. I walked for what seemed like miles until the sun hung at its highest point in the sky in the sky and stopped for some rest in a comfortable looking patch of grass beneath an oak tree. I laid down staring at the bird nest perched in the tree above me and listened to the babies cry for their mother and that made me think about finding my dad. “God please lead me to the place where my father is and please god let us unite once again!” I prayed out loud. After a while the sun hung crooked in the sky, so I got up and started walking. Black clouds started rolling in and it became dark and cool as if it was about to storm so I began looking for shelter to keep me out of the rain. After about 30 minutes I found an opening in the rocks that created a cave-like-structure. As soon as I was settled in the sky started leaking.
When I woke up the following day the sun was just starting to come up and its rosy fingertips were poking up out of the horizon. I ate a few slices of bread, drank some water and began walking again. Everything was wet from the storm that hit the nigh before. My shoes were soaked with water from sloshing through the puddles beside the train tracks. The air was cool and slightly blowing against my skin and the birds were out digging bugs that were brought to the surface of the ground by the rain.
I walked for miles and miles until my legs grew weak and I got hungry again. So I stopped and sat under a pine tree and ate another sandwich and drank some water. After I was done I rested under the tree until the was getting very close to the west and started walking down the tracks until I heard a train rumbling in the distance so I dashed into the woods and waited for the train to pass. But by the time it did the sun was just beginning to sink down behind the trees and dip into the horizon. So I went to lay in the tall grass below a pecan tree. As the stars started twinkling into the night I began to slip away into my world of dreams. The next morning I woke up because a bone chilling breeze blew roughly against my damp skin. The sun wasn’t even above the trees yet. I pulled out the bread and ripped of a piece and put the rest away and ate it on the way because I was more eager than ever to find my dad. I had a good feeling about today in the pit of my stomach “God please, please let me be getting closer to finding my dad.” I prayed.
After walking until the sun was in the middle of the sky I noticed smoke floating into the air and something burning, something disgusting not far from where I was standing. I followed the tracks for a bit more and then I saw them. Up ahead and to my left there were hundreds maybe even thousands of men and teenage boys all wearing black and white stripped pajamas, most of them looked as if they haven’t eaten in weeks. Then I saw my dad hauling dirt out of a hole in a wheel barrel. I kept walking in the woods towards a group of younger men standing in a circle talking. I got close enough to where I could hear what they were saying but couldn’t see me.
“I heard that the women are going to other camps like this one and that only boys and men can come here.”, said one of the men. “I’m sure that’s true because I haven’t seen any women since I got on that train” replied another man. That was all I needed to hear, so I turned around and sprinted away from the men until they were just a blur behind me. I opened my dad’s pack remembering that there were scissors in his pack, I took them out and started cutting away at my hair. I was determind to be with my dad even it meant we were going to be stuck in that god awful place for the rest of our lives.
I had no clue as to where we were going, the last thing I remember was going to sleep. But now my dad is running with me in his arms through the woods, with my pack on his left shoulder and his pack on his right. My brother and sister didn’t seem to be anywhere in sight and in that moment I heard the twigs snapping not far behind us. My dad hides me in a pile of debris from old trees, setting both our packs close by me. For a moment it was very quiet, but then a deep voice sounding very different from my fathers said, “HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? YOU SHOULD BE ON THE TRAIN BY NOW!”. “I-I got lost. Can you please direct me to where I’m supposed to go?”, my father said. I could hear the worry and fear in his voice. “Yes, come along now”, the deep voice commanded. I had no idea where my father was or when he was coming back and as time pasted by slowly I stared at the blank darkness and my eyes began to grow heavy with what seemed to be every passing minute.
When I awoke I couldn’t see my father and the light was blinding. “Dad. Daddy where are you I asked . “DADDY PLEASE BE OKAY! WHERE ARE YOU DADDY?” I screamed. I began to slowly walk, completely cautious of all the sights and sounds around me. After awhile I became frightened, not knowing where I was or what to do. “DADDY!!!” I yelled and waited but there was no response just the silence of Germany’s woods. I sat down and leaned against an old pine tree, praying out loud hoping that god would hear me, “God please help me find my father and let him be okay. Help me find my way give my a path to lead me to my destiny.”, I pleaded and busted into tears.
I cried for what seemed like hours, the noon sun just set high above showing me a clearing just ahead. I got up slowly and began walking towards the opening in the large wooded area. As every step took me closer I could see a train with many people being loaded onto it. I stopped, remembering the man with the deep voice took my dad to a train. I walked towards the train trying not to be seen. I could see all these people being loaded into the train but not my father, he was no where to be seen, and I could see people being lead away by German soldiers. I took one last look and turned away running back into the woods without being seen.
I began to grow hungry, for god only knows how long its been since I’ve eaten. So I opened my backpack to see if my dad had packed any food. Inside there were; a dozen sandwiches, 3 loafs of bread, a jar of strawberry jam, 6 bottles of water, and a bread knife. I pulled out a sandwich and ate it while resting against a boulder that sat upon a hill in the woods. Afterwards I opened my fathers pack; there was a gun, a box of bullets, a first- aid kit, a pocket knife, and a pair of scissors.
After my food settled I got up with both packs and walked back to the clearing and started following the railroad tracks headed away from the train. I walked until sunset and found a small stream under a bridge and decided to stay there for the night. As I sat there I began to think about my family and if I was going to see them ever again and then I cried myself to sleep.
The next morning I woke by the sound of a train hammering down the train tracks above me. Terrified by the noise I sat up quickly and waited for the noise to fade into the distance. Once the train had passed my mouth started watering so I pulled out the bread and jam and made myself breakfast. Once I finished eating I washed my hands in the small stream flowing gently before me and began my journey again.
The morning sun was hot on my back, and the air was warm and still. I walked for what seemed like miles until the sun hung at its highest point in the sky in the sky and stopped for some rest in a comfortable looking patch of grass beneath an oak tree. I laid down staring at the bird nest perched in the tree above me and listened to the babies cry for their mother and that made me think about finding my dad. “God please lead me to the place where my father is and please god let us unite once again!” I prayed out loud. After a while the sun hung crooked in the sky, so I got up and started walking. Black clouds started rolling in and it became dark and cool as if it was about to storm so I began looking for shelter to keep me out of the rain. After about 30 minutes I found an opening in the rocks that created a cave-like-structure. As soon as I was settled in the sky started leaking.
When I woke up the following day the sun was just starting to come up and its rosy fingertips were poking up out of the horizon. I ate a few slices of bread, drank some water and began walking again. Everything was wet from the storm that hit the nigh before. My shoes were soaked with water from sloshing through the puddles beside the train tracks. The air was cool and slightly blowing against my skin and the birds were out digging bugs that were brought to the surface of the ground by the rain.
I walked for miles and miles until my legs grew weak and I got hungry again. So I stopped and sat under a pine tree and ate another sandwich and drank some water. After I was done I rested under the tree until the was getting very close to the west and started walking down the tracks until I heard a train rumbling in the distance so I dashed into the woods and waited for the train to pass. But by the time it did the sun was just beginning to sink down behind the trees and dip into the horizon. So I went to lay in the tall grass below a pecan tree. As the stars started twinkling into the night I began to slip away into my world of dreams. The next morning I woke up because a bone chilling breeze blew roughly against my damp skin. The sun wasn’t even above the trees yet. I pulled out the bread and ripped of a piece and put the rest away and ate it on the way because I was more eager than ever to find my dad. I had a good feeling about today in the pit of my stomach “God please, please let me be getting closer to finding my dad.” I prayed.
After walking until the sun was in the middle of the sky I noticed smoke floating into the air and something burning, something disgusting not far from where I was standing. I followed the tracks for a bit more and then I saw them. Up ahead and to my left there were hundreds maybe even thousands of men and teenage boys all wearing black and white stripped pajamas, most of them looked as if they haven’t eaten in weeks. Then I saw my dad hauling dirt out of a hole in a wheel barrel. I kept walking in the woods towards a group of younger men standing in a circle talking. I got close enough to where I could hear what they were saying but couldn’t see me.
“I heard that the women are going to other camps like this one and that only boys and men can come here.”, said one of the men. “I’m sure that’s true because I haven’t seen any women since I got on that train” replied another man. That was all I needed to hear, so I turned around and sprinted away from the men until they were just a blur behind me. I opened my dad’s pack remembering that there were scissors in his pack, I took them out and started cutting away at my hair. I was determind to be with my dad even it meant we were going to be stuck in that god awful place for the rest of our lives.
I had no clue as to where we were going, the last thing I remember was going to sleep. But now my dad is running with me in his arms through the woods, with my pack on his left shoulder and his pack on his right. My brother and sister didn’t seem to be anywhere in sight and in that moment I heard the twigs snapping not far behind us. My dad hides me in a pile of debris from old trees, setting both our packs close by me. For a moment it was very quiet, but then a deep voice sounding very different from my fathers said, “HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? YOU SHOULD BE ON THE TRAIN BY NOW!”. “I-I got lost. Can you please direct me to where I’m supposed to go?”, my father said. I could hear the worry and fear in his voice. “Yes, come along now”, the deep voice commanded. I had no idea where my father was or when he was coming back and as time pasted by slowly I stared at the blank darkness and my eyes began to grow heavy with what seemed to be every passing minute.
When I awoke I couldn’t see my father and the light was blinding. “Dad. Daddy where are you I asked . “DADDY PLEASE BE OKAY! WHERE ARE YOU DADDY?” I screamed. I began to slowly walk, completely cautious of all the sights and sounds around me. After awhile I became frightened, not knowing where I was or what to do. “DADDY!!!” I yelled and waited but there was no response just the silence of Germany’s woods. I sat down and leaned against an old pine tree, praying out loud hoping that god would hear me, “God please help me find my father and let him be okay. Help me find my way give my a path to lead me to my destiny.”, I pleaded and busted into tears.
I cried for what seemed like hours, the noon sun just set high above showing me a clearing just ahead. I got up slowly and began walking towards the opening in the large wooded area. As every step took me closer I could see a train with many people being loaded onto it. I stopped, remembering the man with the deep voice took my dad to a train. I walked towards the train trying not to be seen. I could see all these people being loaded into the train but not my father, he was no where to be seen, and I could see people being lead away by German soldiers. I took one last look and turned away running back into the woods without being seen.
I began to grow hungry, for god only knows how long its been since I’ve eaten. So I opened my backpack to see if my dad had packed any food. Inside there were; a dozen sandwiches, 3 loafs of bread, a jar of strawberry jam, 6 bottles of water, and a bread knife. I pulled out a sandwich and ate it while resting against a boulder that sat upon a hill in the woods. Afterwards I opened my fathers pack; there was a gun, a box of bullets, a first- aid kit, a pocket knife, and a pair of scissors.
After my food settled I got up with both packs and walked back to the clearing and started following the railroad tracks headed away from the train. I walked until sunset and found a small stream under a bridge and decided to stay there for the night. As I sat there I began to think about my family and if I was going to see them ever again and then I cried myself to sleep.
The next morning I woke by the sound of a train hammering down the train tracks above me. Terrified by the noise I sat up quickly and waited for the noise to fade into the distance. Once the train had passed my mouth started watering so I pulled out the bread and jam and made myself breakfast. Once I finished eating I washed my hands in the small stream flowing gently before me and began my journey again.
The morning sun was hot on my back, and the air was warm and still. I walked for what seemed like miles until the sun hung at its highest point in the sky in the sky and stopped for some rest in a comfortable looking patch of grass beneath an oak tree. I laid down staring at the bird nest perched in the tree above me and listened to the babies cry for their mother and that made me think about finding my dad. “God please lead me to the place where my father is and please god let us unite once again!” I prayed out loud. After a while the sun hung crooked in the sky, so I got up and started walking. Black clouds started rolling in and it became dark and cool as if it was about to storm so I began looking for shelter to keep me out of the rain. After about 30 minutes I found an opening in the rocks that created a cave-like-structure. As soon as I was settled in the sky started leaking.
When I woke up the following day the sun was just starting to come up and its rosy fingertips were poking up out of the horizon. I ate a few slices of bread, drank some water and began walking again. Everything was wet from the storm that hit the nigh before. My shoes were soaked with water from sloshing through the puddles beside the train tracks. The air was cool and slightly blowing against my skin and the birds were out digging bugs that were brought to the surface of the ground by the rain.
I walked for miles and miles until my legs grew weak and I got hungry again. So I stopped and sat under a pine tree and ate another sandwich and drank some water. After I was done I rested under the tree until the was getting very close to the west and started walking down the tracks until I heard a train rumbling in the distance so I dashed into the woods and waited for the train to pass. But by the time it did the sun was just beginning to sink down behind the trees and dip into the horizon. So I went to lay in the tall grass below a pecan tree. As the stars started twinkling into the night I began to slip away into my world of dreams. The next morning I woke up because a bone chilling breeze blew roughly against my damp skin. The sun wasn’t even above the trees yet. I pulled out the bread and ripped of a piece and put the rest away and ate it on the way because I was more eager than ever to find my dad. I had a good feeling about today in the pit of my stomach “God please, please let me be getting closer to finding my dad.” I prayed.
After walking until the sun was in the middle of the sky I noticed smoke floating into the air and something burning, something disgusting not far from where I was standing. I followed the tracks for a bit more and then I saw them. Up ahead and to my left there were hundreds maybe even thousands of men and teenage boys all wearing black and white stripped pajamas, most of them looked as if they haven’t eaten in weeks. Then I saw my dad hauling dirt out of a hole in a wheel barrel. I kept walking in the woods towards a group of younger men standing in a circle talking. I got close enough to where I could hear what they were saying but couldn’t see me.
“I heard that the women are going to other camps like this one and that only boys and men can come here.”, said one of the men. “I’m sure that’s true because I haven’t seen any women since I got on that train” replied another man. That was all I needed to hear, so I turned around and sprinted away from the men until they were just a blur behind me. I opened my dad’s pack remembering that there were scissors in his pack, I took them out and started cutting away at my hair. I was determind to be with my dad even it meant we were going to be stuck in that god awful place for the rest of our lives.
I had no clue as to where we were going, the last thing I remember was going to sleep. But now my dad is running with me in his arms through the woods, with my pack on his left shoulder and his pack on his right. My brother and sister didn’t seem to be anywhere in sight and in that moment I heard the twigs snapping not far behind us. My dad hides me in a pile of debris from old trees, setting both our packs close by me. For a moment it was very quiet, but then a deep voice sounding very different from my fathers said, “HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? YOU SHOULD BE ON THE TRAIN BY NOW!”. “I-I got lost. Can you please direct me to where I’m supposed to go?”, my father said. I could hear the worry and fear in his voice. “Yes, come along now”, the deep voice commanded. I had no idea where my father was or when he was coming back and as time pasted by slowly I stared at the blank darkness and my eyes began to grow heavy with what seemed to be every passing minute.
When I awoke I couldn’t see my father and the light was blinding. “Dad. Daddy where are you I asked . “DADDY PLEASE BE OKAY! WHERE ARE YOU DADDY?” I screamed. I began to slowly walk, completely cautious of all the sights and sounds around me. After awhile I became frightened, not knowing where I was or what to do. “DADDY!!!” I yelled and waited but there was no response just the silence of Germany’s woods. I sat down and leaned against an old pine tree, praying out loud hoping that god would hear me, “God please help me find my father and let him be okay. Help me find my way give my a path to lead me to my destiny.”, I pleaded and busted into tears.
I cried for what seemed like hours, the noon sun just set high above showing me a clearing just ahead. I got up slowly and began walking towards the opening in the large wooded area. As every step took me closer I could see a train with many people being loaded onto it. I stopped, remembering the man with the deep voice took my dad to a train. I walked towards the train trying not to be seen. I could see all these people being loaded into the train but not my father, he was no where to be seen, and I could see people being lead away by German soldiers. I took one last look and turned away running back into the woods without being seen.
I began to grow hungry, for god only knows how long its been since I’ve eaten. So I opened my backpack to see if my dad had packed any food. Inside there were; a dozen sandwiches, 3 loafs of bread, a jar of strawberry jam, 6 bottles of water, and a bread knife. I pulled out a sandwich and ate it while resting against a boulder that sat upon a hill in the woods. Afterwards I opened my fathers pack; there was a gun, a box of bullets, a first- aid kit, a pocket knife, and a pair of scissors.
After my food settled I got up with both packs and walked back to the clearing and started following the railroad tracks headed away from the train. I walked until sunset and found a small stream under a bridge and decided to stay there for the night. As I sat there I began to think about my family and if I was going to see them ever again and then I cried myself to sleep.
The next morning I woke by the sound of a train hammering down the train tracks above me. Terrified by the noise I sat up quickly and waited for the noise to fade into the distance. Once the train had passed my mouth started watering so I pulled out the bread and jam and made myself breakfast. Once I finished eating I washed my hands in the small stream flowing gently before me and began my journey again.
The morning sun was hot on my back, and the air was warm and still. I walked for what seemed like miles until the sun hung at its highest point in the sky in the sky and stopped for some rest in a comfortable looking patch of grass beneath an oak tree. I laid down staring at the bird nest perched in the tree above me and listened to the babies cry for their mother and that made me think about finding my dad. “God please lead me to the place where my father is and please god let us unite once again!” I prayed out loud. After a while the sun hung crooked in the sky, so I got up and started walking. Black clouds started rolling in and it became dark and cool as if it was about to storm so I began looking for shelter to keep me out of the rain. After about 30 minutes I found an opening in the rocks that created a cave-like-structure. As soon as I was settled in the sky started leaking.
When I woke up the following day the sun was just starting to come up and its rosy fingertips were poking up out of the horizon. I ate a few slices of bread, drank some water and began walking again. Everything was wet from the storm that hit the nigh before. My shoes were soaked with water from sloshing through the puddles beside the train tracks. The air was cool and slightly blowing against my skin and the birds were out digging bugs that were brought to the surface of the ground by the rain.
I walked for miles and miles until my legs grew weak and I got hungry again. So I stopped and sat under a pine tree and ate another sandwich and drank some water. After I was done I rested under the tree until the was getting very close to the west and started walking down the tracks until I heard a train rumbling in the distance so I dashed into the woods and waited for the train to pass. But by the time it did the sun was just beginning to sink down behind the trees and dip into the horizon. So I went to lay in the tall grass below a pecan tree. As the stars started twinkling into the night I began to slip away into my world of dreams. The next morning I woke up because a bone chilling breeze blew roughly against my damp skin. The sun wasn’t even above the trees yet. I pulled out the bread and ripped of a piece and put the rest away and ate it on the way because I was more eager than ever to find my dad. I had a good feeling about today in the pit of my stomach “God please, please let me be getting closer to finding my dad.” I prayed.
After walking until the sun was in the middle of the sky I noticed smoke floating into the air and something burning, something disgusting not far from where I was standing. I followed the tracks for a bit more and then I saw them. Up ahead and to my left there were hundreds maybe even thousands of men and teenage boys all wearing black and white stripped pajamas, most of them looked as if they haven’t eaten in weeks. Then I saw my dad hauling dirt out of a hole in a wheel barrel. I kept walking in the woods towards a group of younger men standing in a circle talking. I got close enough to where I could hear what they were saying but couldn’t see me.
“I heard that the women are going to other camps like this one and that only boys and men can come here.”, said one of the men. “I’m sure that’s true because I haven’t seen any women since I got on that train” replied another man. That was all I needed to hear, so I turned around and sprinted away from the men until they were just a blur behind me. I opened my dad’s pack remembering that there were scissors in his pack, I took them out and started cutting away at my hair. I was determind to be with my dad even it meant we were going to be stuck in that god awful place for the rest of our lives.
I had no clue as to where we were going, the last thing I remember was going to sleep. But now my dad is running with me in his arms through the woods, with my pack on his left shoulder and his pack on his right. My brother and sister didn’t seem to be anywhere in sight and in that moment I heard the twigs snapping not far behind us. My dad hides me in a pile of debris from old trees, setting both our packs close by me. For a moment it was very quiet, but then a deep voice sounding very different from my fathers said, “HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? YOU SHOULD BE ON THE TRAIN BY NOW!”. “I-I got lost. Can you please direct me to where I’m supposed to go?”, my father said. I could hear the worry and fear in his voice. “Yes, come along now”, the deep voice commanded. I had no idea where my father was or when he was coming back and as time pasted by slowly I stared at the blank darkness and my eyes began to grow heavy with what seemed to be every passing minute.
When I awoke I couldn’t see my father and the light was blinding. “Dad. Daddy where are you I asked . “DADDY PLEASE BE OKAY! WHERE ARE YOU DADDY?” I screamed. I began to slowly walk, completely cautious of all the sights and sounds around me. After awhile I became frightened, not knowing where I was or what to do. “DADDY!!!” I yelled and waited but there was no response just the silence of Germany’s woods. I sat down and leaned against an old pine tree, praying out loud hoping that god would hear me, “God please help me find my father and let him be okay. Help me find my way give my a path to lead me to my destiny.”, I pleaded and busted into tears.
I cried for what seemed like hours, the noon sun just set high above showing me a clearing just ahead. I got up slowly and began walking towards the opening in the large wooded area. As every step took me closer I could see a train with many people being loaded onto it. I stopped, remembering the man with the deep voice took my dad to a train. I walked towards the train trying not to be seen. I could see all these people being loaded into the train but not my father, he was no where to be seen, and I could see people being lead away by German soldiers. I took one last look and turned away running back into the woods without being seen.
I began to grow hungry, for god only knows how long its been since I’ve eaten. So I opened my backpack to see if my dad had packed any food. Inside there were; a dozen sandwiches, 3 loafs of bread, a jar of strawberry jam, 6 bottles of water, and a bread knife. I pulled out a sandwich and ate it while resting against a boulder that sat upon a hill in the woods. Afterwards I opened my fathers pack; there was a gun, a box of bullets, a first- aid kit, a pocket knife, and a pair of scissors.
After my food settled I got up with both packs and walked back to the clearing and started following the railroad tracks headed away from the train. I walked until sunset and found a small stream under a bridge and decided to stay there for the night. As I sat there I began to think about my family and if I was going to see them ever again and then I cried myself to sleep.
The next morning I woke by the sound of a train hammering down the train tracks above me. Terrified by the noise I sat up quickly and waited for the noise to fade into the distance. Once the train had passed my mouth started watering so I pulled out the bread and jam and made myself breakfast. Once I finished eating I washed my hands in the small stream flowing gently before me and began my journey again.
The morning sun was hot on my back, and the air was warm and still. I walked for what seemed like miles until the sun hung at its highest point in the sky in the sky and stopped for some rest in a comfortable looking patch of grass beneath an oak tree. I laid down staring at the bird nest perched in the tree above me and listened to the babies cry for their mother and that made me think about finding my dad. “God please lead me to the place where my father is and please god let us unite once again!” I prayed out loud. After a while the sun hung crooked in the sky, so I got up and started walking. Black clouds started rolling in and it became dark and cool as if it was about to storm so I began looking for shelter to keep me out of the rain. After about 30 minutes I found an opening in the rocks that created a cave-like-structure. As soon as I was settled in the sky started leaking.
When I woke up the following day the sun was just starting to come up and its rosy fingertips were poking up out of the horizon. I ate a few slices of bread, drank some water and began walking again. Everything was wet from the storm that hit the nigh before. My shoes were soaked with water from sloshing through the puddles beside the train tracks. The air was cool and slightly blowing against my skin and the birds were out digging bugs that were brought to the surface of the ground by the rain.
I walked for miles and miles until my legs grew weak and I got hungry again. So I stopped and sat under a pine tree and ate another sandwich and drank some water. After I was done I rested under the tree until the was getting very close to the west and started walking down the tracks until I heard a train rumbling in the distance so I dashed into the woods and waited for the train to pass. But by the time it did the sun was just beginning to sink down behind the trees and dip into the horizon. So I went to lay in the tall grass below a pecan tree. As the stars started twinkling into the night I began to slip away into my world of dreams. The next morning I woke up because a bone chilling breeze blew roughly against my damp skin. The sun wasn’t even above the trees yet. I pulled out the bread and ripped of a piece and put the rest away and ate it on the way because I was more eager than ever to find my dad. I had a good feeling about today in the pit of my stomach “God please, please let me be getting closer to finding my dad.” I prayed.
After walking until the sun was in the middle of the sky I noticed smoke floating into the air and something burning, something disgusting not far from where I was standing. I followed the tracks for a bit more and then I saw them. Up ahead and to my left there were hundreds maybe even thousands of men and teenage boys all wearing black and white stripped pajamas, most of them looked as if they haven’t eaten in weeks. Then I saw my dad hauling dirt out of a hole in a wheel barrel. I kept walking in the woods towards a group of younger men standing in a circle talking. I got close enough to where I could hear what they were saying but couldn’t see me.
“I heard that the women are going to other camps like this one and that only boys and men can come here.”, said one of the men. “I’m sure that’s true because I haven’t seen any women since I got on that train” replied another man. That was all I needed to hear, so I turned around and sprinted away from the men until they were just a blur behind me. I opened my dad’s pack remembering that there were scissors in his pack, I took them out and started cutting away at my hair. I was determind to be with my dad even it meant we were going to be stuck in that god awful place for the rest of our lives.
I had no clue as to where we were going, the last thing I remember was going to sleep. But now my dad is running with me in his arms through the woods, with my pack on his left shoulder and his pack on his right. My brother and sister didn’t seem to be anywhere in sight and in that moment I heard the twigs snapping not far behind us. My dad hides me in a pile of debris from old trees, setting both our packs close by me. For a moment it was very quiet, but then a deep voice sounding very different from my fathers said, “HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? YOU SHOULD BE ON THE TRAIN BY NOW!”. “I-I got lost. Can you please direct me to where I’m supposed to go?”, my father said. I could hear the worry and fear in his voice. “Yes, come along now”, the deep voice commanded. I had no idea where my father was or when he was coming back and as time pasted by slowly I stared at the blank darkness and my eyes began to grow heavy with what seemed to be every passing minute.
When I awoke I couldn’t see my father and the light was blinding. “Dad. Daddy where are you I asked . “DADDY PLEASE BE OKAY! WHERE ARE YOU DADDY?” I screamed. I began to slowly walk, completely cautious of all the sights and sounds around me. After awhile I became frightened, not knowing where I was or what to do. “DADDY!!!” I yelled and waited but there was no response just the silence of Germany’s woods. I sat down and leaned against an old pine tree, praying out loud hoping that god would hear me, “God please help me find my father and let him be okay. Help me find my way give my a path to lead me to my destiny.”, I pleaded and busted into tears.
I cried for what seemed like hours, the noon sun just set high above showing me a clearing just ahead. I got up slowly and began walking towards the opening in the large wooded area. As every step took me closer I could see a train with many people being loaded onto it. I stopped, remembering the man with the deep voice took my dad to a train. I walked towards the train trying not to be seen. I could see all these people being loaded into the train but not my father, he was no where to be seen, and I could see people being lead away by German soldiers. I took one last look and turned away running back into the woods without being seen.
I began to grow hungry, for god only knows how long its been since I’ve eaten. So I opened my backpack to see if my dad had packed any food. Inside there were; a dozen sandwiches, 3 loafs of bread, a jar of strawberry jam, 6 bottles of water, and a bread knife. I pulled out a sandwich and ate it while resting against a boulder that sat upon a hill in the woods. Afterwards I opened my fathers pack; there was a gun, a box of bullets, a first- aid kit, a pocket knife, and a pair of scissors.
After my food settled I got up with both packs and walked back to the clearing and started following the railroad tracks headed away from the train. I walked until sunset and found a small stream under a bridge and decided to stay there for the night. As I sat there I began to think about my family and if I was going to see them ever again and then I cried myself to sleep.
The next morning I woke by the sound of a train hammering down the train tracks above me. Terrified by the noise I sat up quickly and waited for the noise to fade into the distance. Once the train had passed my mouth started watering so I pulled out the bread and jam and made myself breakfast. Once I finished eating I washed my hands in the small stream flowing gently before me and began my journey again.
The morning sun was hot on my back, and the air was warm and still. I walked for what seemed like miles until the sun hung at its highest point in the sky in the sky and stopped for some rest in a comfortable looking patch of grass beneath an oak tree. I laid down staring at the bird nest perched in the tree above me and listened to the babies cry for their mother and that made me think about finding my dad. “God please lead me to the place where my father is and please god let us unite once again!” I prayed out loud. After a while the sun hung crooked in the sky, so I got up and started walking. Black clouds started rolling in and it became dark and cool as if it was about to storm so I began looking for shelter to keep me out of the rain. After about 30 minutes I found an opening in the rocks that created a cave-like-structure. As soon as I was settled in the sky started leaking.
When I woke up the following day the sun was just starting to come up and its rosy fingertips were poking up out of the horizon. I ate a few slices of bread, drank some water and began walking again. Everything was wet from the storm that hit the nigh before. My shoes were soaked with water from sloshing through the puddles beside the train tracks. The air was cool and slightly blowing against my skin and the birds were out digging bugs that were brought to the surface of the ground by the rain.
I walked for miles and miles until my legs grew weak and I got hungry again. So I stopped and sat under a pine tree and ate another sandwich and drank some water. After I was done I rested under the tree until the was getting very close to the west and started walking down the tracks until I heard a train rumbling in the distance so I dashed into the woods and waited for the train to pass. But by the time it did the sun was just beginning to sink down behind the trees and dip into the horizon. So I went to lay in the tall grass below a pecan tree. As the stars started twinkling into the night I began to slip away into my world of dreams. The next morning I woke up because a bone chilling breeze blew roughly against my damp skin. The sun wasn’t even above the trees yet. I pulled out the bread and ripped of a piece and put the rest away and ate it on the way because I was more eager than ever to find my dad. I had a good feeling about today in the pit of my stomach “God please, please let me be getting closer to finding my dad.” I prayed.
After walking until the sun was in the middle of the sky I noticed smoke floating into the air and something burning, something disgusting not far from where I was standing. I followed the tracks for a bit more and then I saw them. Up ahead and to my left there were hundreds maybe even thousands of men and teenage boys all wearing black and white stripped pajamas, most of them looked as if they haven’t eaten in weeks. Then I saw my dad hauling dirt out of a hole in a wheel barrel. I kept walking in the woods towards a group of younger men standing in a circle talking. I got close enough to where I could hear what they were saying but couldn’t see me.
“I heard that the women are going to other camps like this one and that only boys and men can come here.”, said one of the men. “I’m sure that’s true because I haven’t seen any women since I got on that train” replied another man. That was all I needed to hear, so I turned around and sprinted away from the men until they were just a blur behind me. I opened my dad’s pack remembering that there were scissors in his pack, I took them out and started cutting away at my hair. I was determind to be with my dad even it meant we were going to be stuck in that god awful place for the rest of our lives.
I had no clue as to where we were going, the last thing I remember was going to sleep. But now my dad is running with me in his arms through the woods, with my pack on his left shoulder and his pack on his right. My brother and sister didn’t seem to be anywhere in sight and in that moment I heard the twigs snapping not far behind us. My dad hides me in a pile of debris from old trees, setting both our packs close by me. For a moment it was very quiet, but then a deep voice sounding very different from my fathers said, “HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? YOU SHOULD BE ON THE TRAIN BY NOW!”. “I-I got lost. Can you please direct me to where I’m supposed to go?”, my father said. I could hear the worry and fear in his voice. “Yes, come along now”, the deep voice commanded. I had no idea where my father was or when he was coming back and as time pasted by slowly I stared at the blank darkness and my eyes began to grow heavy with what seemed to be every passing minute.
When I awoke I couldn’t see my father and the light was blinding. “Dad. Daddy where are you I asked . “DADDY PLEASE BE OKAY! WHERE ARE YOU DADDY?” I screamed. I began to slowly walk, completely cautious of all the sights and sounds around me. After awhile I became frightened, not knowing where I was or what to do. “DADDY!!!” I yelled and waited but there was no response just the silence of Germany’s woods. I sat down and leaned against an old pine tree, praying out loud hoping that god would hear me, “God please help me find my father and let him be okay. Help me find my way give my a path to lead me to my destiny.”, I pleaded and busted into tears.
I cried for what seemed like hours, the noon sun just set high above showing me a clearing just ahead. I got up slowly and began walking towards the opening in the large wooded area. As every step took me closer I could see a train with many people being loaded onto it. I stopped, remembering the man with the deep voice took my dad to a train. I walked towards the train trying not to be seen. I could see all these people being loaded into the train but not my father, he was no where to be seen, and I could see people being lead away by German soldiers. I took one last look and turned away running back into the woods without being seen.
I began to grow hungry, for god only knows how long its been since I’ve eaten. So I opened my backpack to see if my dad had packed any food. Inside there were; a dozen sandwiches, 3 loafs of bread, a jar of strawberry jam, 6 bottles of water, and a bread knife. I pulled out a sandwich and ate it while resting against a boulder that sat upon a hill in the woods. Afterwards I opened my fathers pack; there was a gun, a box of bullets, a first- aid kit, a pocket knife, and a pair of scissors.
After my food settled I got up with both packs and walked back to the clearing and started following the railroad tracks headed away from the train. I walked until sunset and found a small stream under a bridge and decided to stay there for the night. As I sat there I began to think about my family and if I was going to see them ever again and then I cried myself to sleep.
The next morning I woke by the sound of a train hammering down the train tracks above me. Terrified by the noise I sat up quickly and waited for the noise to fade into the distance. Once the train had passed my mouth started watering so I pulled out the bread and jam and made myself breakfast. Once I finished eating I washed my hands in the small stream flowing gently before me and began my journey again.
The morning sun was hot on my back, and the air was warm and still. I walked for what seemed like miles until the sun hung at its highest point in the sky in the sky and stopped for some rest in a comfortable looking patch of grass beneath an oak tree. I laid down staring at the bird nest perched in the tree above me and listened to the babies cry for their mother and that made me think about finding my dad. “God please lead me to the place where my father is and please god let us unite once again!” I prayed out loud. After a while the sun hung crooked in the sky, so I got up and started walking. Black clouds started rolling in and it became dark and cool as if it was about to storm so I began looking for shelter to keep me out of the rain. After about 30 minutes I found an opening in the rocks that created a cave-like-structure. As soon as I was settled in the sky started leaking.
When I woke up the following day the sun was just starting to come up and its rosy fingertips were poking up out of the horizon. I ate a few slices of bread, drank some water and began walking again. Everything was wet from the storm that hit the nigh before. My shoes were soaked with water from sloshing through the puddles beside the train tracks. The air was cool and slightly blowing against my skin and the birds were out digging bugs that were brought to the surface of the ground by the rain.
I walked for miles and miles until my legs grew weak and I got hungry again. So I stopped and sat under a pine tree and ate another sandwich and drank some water. After I was done I rested under the tree until the was getting very close to the west and started walking down the tracks until I heard a train rumbling in the distance so I dashed into the woods and waited for the train to pass. But by the time it did the sun was just beginning to sink down behind the trees and dip into the horizon. So I went to lay in the tall grass below a pecan tree. As the stars started twinkling into the night I began to slip away into my world of dreams. The next morning I woke up because a bone chilling breeze blew roughly against my damp skin. The sun wasn’t even above the trees yet. I pulled out the bread and ripped of a piece and put the rest away and ate it on the way because I was more eager than ever to find my dad. I had a good feeling about today in the pit of my stomach “God please, please let me be getting closer to finding my dad.” I prayed.
After walking until the sun was in the middle of the sky I noticed smoke floating into the air and something burning, something disgusting not far from where I was standing. I followed the tracks for a bit more and then I saw them. Up ahead and to my left there were hundreds maybe even thousands of men and teenage boys all wearing black and white stripped pajamas, most of them looked as if they haven’t eaten in weeks. Then I saw my dad hauling dirt out of a hole in a wheel barrel. I kept walking in the woods towards a group of younger men standing in a circle talking. I got close enough to where I could hear what they were saying but couldn’t see me.
“I heard that the women are going to other camps like this one and that only boys and men can come here.”, said one of the men. “I’m sure that’s true because I haven’t seen any women since I got on that train” replied another man. That was all I needed to hear, so I turned around and sprinted away from the men until they were just a blur behind me. I opened my dad’s pack remembering that there were scissors in his pack, I took them out and started cutting away at my hair. I was determind to be with my dad even it meant we were going to be stuck in that god awful place for the rest of our lives.
I had no clue as to where we were going, the last thing I remember was going to sleep. But now my dad is running with me in his arms through the woods, with my pack on his left shoulder and his pack on his right. My brother and sister didn’t seem to be anywhere in sight and in that moment I heard the twigs snapping not far behind us. My dad hides me in a pile of debris from old trees, setting both our packs close by me. For a moment it was very quiet, but then a deep voice sounding very different from my fathers said, “HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? YOU SHOULD BE ON THE TRAIN BY NOW!”. “I-I got lost. Can you please direct me to where I’m supposed to go?”, my father said. I could hear the worry and fear in his voice. “Yes, come along now”, the deep voice commanded. I had no idea where my father was or when he was coming back and as time pasted by slowly I stared at the blank darkness and my eyes began to grow heavy with what seemed to be every passing minute.
When I awoke I couldn’t see my father and the light was blinding. “Dad. Daddy where are you I asked . “DADDY PLEASE BE OKAY! WHERE ARE YOU DADDY?” I screamed. I began to slowly wa


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