A Holocaust Story: Part 1
Submitted by korielise95 on Wed, 06/10/2009 - 17:38.
I sit on a bench; my three sons huddled around me. “What am I going to do?” I’m thinking to myself. My life has crumbled into pieces every since my so called “loyal” husband abandoned me, his wife, and his three children. His three children, who as boys, are supposed to look up to him.
I’m usually a fun person, or at least I was up until the night of June 16, when my family was enjoying dinner in our tiny apartment. We were having a great time when two giant men bashed in the door screaming “Put your hands up and don’t make a sound!” We were terrified. Being a mother, I thought of my boys first. My husband however had other plans. He insisted that he was not Jewish, and proceeded to arrest us along with the two men who charged in…June 16, 1942, a date I will forever remember: the day when all of the Jews were rounded up in the Vilodrome D’hiver. The day I learned to no longer trust anyone.
Now I sit here thinking about the future and what my boys and I will do if we make it out of this concentration camp. I find that I’m often thinking things like “Why am I Jewish?” stuff that shouldn’t even matter…so why am I thinking it?
Things that I used to do daily like: go for walks, take my kids to the park, and drive to the store, none of that is possible anymore. It’s so frustrating! Why can’t we live our lives just because of a religion?
My oldest son, Marc taps. Whenever he is nervous or scared, he taps his fingers or his feet. About three days ago, I watched a Nazi physically wrestle Marc outside and pour mud on him because he thought Marc was annoying. That is the hardest thing for a mother to watch. I had to watch my first son be violated by someone who hates him and doesn’t even know him. I almost feel like I can’t protect them. I’m dirty, my hair is falling out and I haven’t showered in weeks...