Summer of 1942 Diary Entry

I put on all of my belongings, making sure it looked as normal as possible. Just like my mother said to do. Ever since us Jews had been getting taken away, my father thought it would be a good idea to move to a safer place. Somewhere where we couldn’t be found. So here we are, putting on as much clothes as we could to be able to leave.

Our mother called us down to leave and I walked as fast as I could downstairs. We were about to leave until I remembered about my cat. I ran into the kitchen as fast as I could getting a bowl. I got the cat food pouring some into the bowl and proceeded to make a note for the neighbors asking if they could take care of her. I walked outside to where my family was waiting and we all started walking. But before continued I placed/; the note on my neighbors door. I smiled slightly, thinking about how much I would miss my home but I knew it was for the best.

We continued walking for a while and I started to feel very hot under all this clothes. I felt myself getting tired and feeling faint, but I continued going. I looked around and felt like everyone was staring at us. I looked down, trying to ignore it all, but it was very hard to. We continued walking until we were stopped by someone.

I couldn’t see at first, since I was in the back, but I moved towards the front and become petrified almost immediately. Standing in front of me was a police officer. He was standing tall, looking as if he could rule the world with his uniform. I quickly stepped back a few steps, going behind my father I hid.