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Concentration Camp Diary

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Yesterday night out of nowhere, my father, Mr. Frank, informed me and the rest of the family that we needed to urgently leave. I was shocked and confused. I could hear the firmness of his voice, so I refused to ask why. Before I packed the things I could hold, my father kissed me on my forehead and said, “We are going into hiding, so the Germans can’t bring us to concentration camps. Those camps are where the torture us, make us do work, and where our dead bodies will be located.” A deep cold chill ran down my spine and I shriveled and started to pack. I took one my father’s trench coats because I know it will help conceal all of my supplies. In one pockets, I placed a picture of my family. Whenever I’m about to give up on surviving, that

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