It was a normal morning for me and my family, my father had been sitting at the table reading the news paper my mother had been the kitchen cooking. Mother had ring the bell letting me and my little sister and brother know that it was time for breakfast, we ran to the table. Are breakfast was one of our normal breakfasts an egg from are home farm and a few pieces of bread. As we were sitting around the table eating father began to say his goodbyes for the day because he had to go to work, but suddenly there was a noise a very loud ranging noise that covers the whole city. Father quick turnaround told all of us “get up… get up now, hurry up” I didn’t know what was going, my little brother and sister was very scared, and mother had a look in her eyes I never seen before. Father made all of us go in this room underground with a hatch door.
Everyone but father sat there quiet but scared and confused, he knows what is going on. It was long to we heard a loud noise as if someone was coming in the house we began to hear footsteps then seconds later we were being pulled by are clothes, hair anything they could have grab we was pulled by. Then we were spit up in put inside different trucks. I was by myself didn’t know what was about to happen or where I was going. I had a funny feeling that was going to be the last time is seen my family. I was only 17 when I was persecuted. Looked around in I could see anything, but I knew I was moving I seem like the truck full of children my age was moving. I was scared I didn’t know where I was going or where was my family. The drive was long very long I lost count of days after the second day. We finally came to a stop, everyone one started push to the back didn’t no one know what was going on everyone was scared of what was about to happen.
The Essay on How a boy life affected when raised without a father
Both Wes Moore’s grew up without their fathers in their lives. Wes Moore’s father was taken away from him at an early age due to illness. His father had acute epiglottitis. Until the death of Wes Moore he had a close relationship. While The Other Wes Moore’s father choice to be absent from his child’s life. In the book we read that he tried to see The Other Wes Moore one ...
The door was pulled open making every squint from the bright sun. As I got pulled out of the trucked and looked around I was looking to see if I can see my family but I couldn’t even think about that once I started realizing my surrounding. It was a big gate with barbed wires trapping us in, people with walking around with no shoes, soldiers with big guns patrolling the scenery, in all I can smell is burning flesh. People were doing work that seem like they was working themselves to death, was sick to my stomach instantly. They put us to work; the labor was extremely hard all I can think about is where my brother, little sister, mother and father was. Two weeks pass by I finally seen my brother I was very happy to see him but you can tell this labor is something he was use to can really couldn’t get use to it was taking a toll on his body you. Me and my boy work together, I looked forward to seeing at least one of my family members every day, but I knew my brother wasn’t able to do it for much longer.
He would be working in fallout, his body was shutting down; when that one day came he didn’t come to the work ground and I already knew he was gone. Weeks went by soldiers began killing people off for no reason, rumors was that the U.S soldiers had been invading the grounds and peopling people get out safely. The rumors were true! Today was the day all we can hear as we were work at the work grounds was the engine of planes and trucks. They was coming to save us, ass the bombs begin to drop down I knew everyone was going to be able to make it out but I knew I was going to be one of the one of the one out of all of us going to make it out. A bunch of us ran in hide behind the building until a soldier to us the route to the truck to safety.
We were safe! As we bored the truck it felt the same as if we were boring the truck before when we came to the camp but then I think like I’m safe now. I told them my family was back they there, “what about my ma, pa, brother, and sister I need them?” but they couldn’t find them. I was lucky to get on the first plane to the US. I wonder why my family was targeted. Because wasn’t natural blond haired with blue eyes? Hitler’s didn’t only target non blond haired blue eyed people, he also targeted homosexual people and others as will. I had learned from that camp that war had truly changed the world, causing the great depression and other things that appear in the US. As for the future for me I will like to tell my children about my live during the Holocaust times.
The Essay on Juggling Work, School, and Family
When I decided to go back to school, I realized it would have a lot of consequences and not only for me, but also on my family and maybe also my daily job. I work a fulltime job; I’m married and have a daughter and a son still living with me. With all that considered, I had to work out all the possible effects it would have on all the effects it may have. I work as an “accounts receivable analyst ...
