Narrative Essay About Jewish Parents

“Ellie” my mom would call as we made dinner for the family. I lived with my two parents and I was the oldest of four siblings. I was 16 and had two younger brothers one 7 years old and the other 9, I also had a sister who was 13. I walked my brothers home from school everyday where they would tell me about their day and my mom, my sister, and I would cook dinner for my family everyday. I loved my family very much and they loved me back, we were one of the many happy jewish families in Warsaw. That all changed that day. I will never forget it. It was October 1st 1939 when the Nazi army invaded my city. They kicked everyone that wasn’t jewish out. They put up large brown walls, that had to be about twelve feet around the city limits to make

They took all of our zloty, jewelry, and clothing. They wanted us to feel like we were nothing, like we were useless but they still would find a way to put us down. My mom tried to calm me every night by saying “Ellie Goldberg you always remember your roots and you will be safe” and I believed her until the night when I found out how ruthless the nazi’s were. That one night across the street I heard arguing so I peaked out my window to see what was going on. There was the Rabbi, a good friend of my dad who was yelling “NO, NO” as the nazi’s pushed the poor man out of the way and started burning our local synagogue, with the rabbi in tears, the SS officer yelled “weak jew” and shot him right in the head killing the rabbi. He was a great man and now he's dead. After that day I knew I wasn’t safe and that they will get me and my family soon enough. As the days went on they brought hundreds of jews in every day and took hundreds out. Nobody knew where they went, they never returned. I lived in fear that they would take me or my family but they

My mother went to the bakers while I stayed outside. All of sudden people started running and all the doors around me were locked. People on the streets started to hide, and I realized the nazis’s are going to take any one on the streets. I locked in the bakery to see my mom banging on the glass and screaming. “Open the doors” she yelled. She looked like a desperate mother trying to keep her last baby from dying. I looked around for a hiding spot and couldn’t find one. I looked to my mom and waved good bye, and said ¨I love you." She started screaming “NO NO” as the SS officers took me away and put me on that brown wooden