Personal Narrative: Not Fixing Cell Doors

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A couple months later, I’m wearing the same clothes as a came in and I feels like I have no sense of smell. Another day at my job, but instead of fixing pipes that allows gas to pass through and into concentration camps, but instead I am stuck fixing cell doors. Some people I know, but some others are starting to give horrible dreams. What I have noticed is I’m not fixing cell doors in my area, I am fixing some cell doors on the other side of the camp where the children sleep. As I pass the gate that separates the adults from kids, I have noticed that these children aren’t doing the same work we are, they are all busy digging holes and these guards are turning them into hard working people. It was somewhat nice to see that they were doing some …show more content…

As I am walking back to my cell, I hear this odd noise, I follow it towards the back of the camp and I see my son, fighting for his life. As I try to run to him, two guards come out of nowhere and grab me by my arms and as I watch these guards punch my son over and over again. After the first guard punches him I got loose and run to my son, push the guard on the floor and start punching over and over again. After 10 minutes 20 guards come pull me off the guard and take me back to my cell, as I am being dragged away I look at my son and I am saying to myself what did I just do, I just put myself and my son in more danger. When I get put in my cell, my neighbor on the right of me says are you alright, what happen. I saw my son and he was being punched over and over again and I had to do something about it, but now I think I just made things worse I put myself and my son in more danger. As I pick myself back up, I lean on the cell door talking to my neighbor and as I started talking to him I felt less scared and more confident. After talking for more than 45 minutes I have decided to worry more about my son then I did myself because he needs to live longer than me even if I live or die. I wish I could see my son one more time because I think I just showed all the guards that I’m not afraid of them and that I would sacrifice my life to let the punishment fall on my hands instead of my

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