The Story of a Jew

In the blackness of the darkness we were all us Jews were brought to trains with no food, no clothing, no blankets, no nothing. None of us knew what was going on and everyone was crying. We were on this train for days with the slightest morsel of food. We still didn’t know where we were headed. This story is hard to tell because of these shadows of memory that are running through my …

…home and found out my parents and sisters where no longer alive. I cried for hours and hours, but then I thought to my self I am alive and that’s a good thing. Years later I grew up telling children and their parents about my story hoping that it will help people treat eachother with respect. Also, I have children of my own and I hope that nothing like this ever happens to them.