Personal Narrative: My Holocaust Journey

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Were the last ones In the winter of 1943 my family and I were about to get deported to the camps as people say. My father Abijah was at work where it all happened there were talking about taking over and not Let the Nazis take control of us anymore. They came to my room calling me, ‘adabelle, ABABELLE’. They said louder, I was still hungry from not eating in 2 days. That were talking to each other in a panic it was are turn to go on the train when I hearded behind me a Boom . They were attacking to guards one by one . My parents grabbed me and told me they loved me and to r run as fast as I could in to the forest close by I was only four and they were telling me to run

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