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It was the middle of August of 1939, when school started back up. I went to a public school in Amsterdam, Poland; being in eighth grade. My birthday was before school had started, meaning I was fourteen years of age. My mom had woken me up around six o’clock for school. “Hailey, we’re waiting for you to get down here and eat breakfast with us before school,” my mother said. As she opened my curtains to wake me up quicker, she said, “Harley’s here, he wants to walk with you to school.” After that, she shuts my bedroom door and walks downstairs to finish breakfast. I groan and get up out of my comfortable bed. I put on my school uniform and put in my headband. After putting my shoes on, I walked downstairs to see my family and Harley waiting …show more content…

she’s almost five months old now,” I respond with.
A week later, my father, Paul, was gathering more food than we need. He was more cautious than before, so was my mother. I got worried so I asked my father.
“Father, why are you and mother acting strange?” I ask.
My father looks at my mother, who returns with a sigh and a nod. “Well, you see, for the next several months things here in Amsterdam will be… different.” he says. “Things will not be the same for quite some time.”
“Why?” I ask.
“It will all make sense later, dear.” my mother said.
Nearly a week later when I woke up for school, I noticed most of my clothes were missing from my wardrobe. As I walk down the hallway, I notice most of our blankets and pillows gone from the shelf. As I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, I watched as my mother packed away our food. She quickly looks towards me, with a sad expression on her face as she put the last can of food into a box. All the boxes slowly started to disappear from the house. My father and a few of his workers would take a few a day. A few days later my father took us to a big building with hundreds of Jewish people, like us. We had to tell them our names and then we got a Star of David to put on our clothing; to show everyone that we were of the Jewish

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