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My Holocaust: A Short Story

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Way before Hitler took over I would say things were better, way better actually. For me they were better at least. When I was a child I didn’t have to worry about things like this, with keeping my family safe, being the strong one, and having to make decisions for everyone. I learned one thing though when I was just 7 years old, it still impacts me to this day I remember the day we had a tornado hit in Hungary. I didn’t know what exactly was happening but my parents were worried. I saw them run from place to place in the house. They were grabbing things from everywhere, I never saw them as stressed as they were that day. My mom was sending me downstairs but I never liked it there, it was too dark. I hated the dark when I was little, so I didn’t go I waited instead. I felt the house shake it would gradually increased every minute. Beams of light from the sun hit everywhere, making you sweat with just stepping out of the house. I was running in the yard not worrying about anything or not having anything to worry about. My mom and Dad were watching me the whole time, they would laugh and smile back at me. We went out for Walnut Rolls that …show more content…

My dad had forgotten something from upstairs he told my mom he would be right back. My mom begged him not to go, he refused, I guess whatever he was trying to get was very valuable because my mom told him they could buy another one any day. He did as he said and went upstairs leaving both of us with just a hug and “I love you” my mom stared directly at the door looking for him when he would enter. I was slipping from my mom’s arm, it wasn’t that she was becoming weak but it was the wind becoming stronger than her. The wind now coming from right above us, I could feel no air within me. Tears rolling down my mom’s face, my dad had not returned from

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