Mr. C. Richardson
14 July, 2014
The Star Book
"Aliya darling can you cut the bread for when your father arrives for lunch?" her mother suggested politely. She was in her bed room playing with her dolls and coloring on her notebook her father gave her last week. Aliya was six years old and the only child. Her mother was a Jew house wife and her father was a worker at a machinery factory. Suddenly, the door had opened it was Nathanial arriving from work in the factory. Aliya was so pleased to have him home she sprinted across the hall and stomp hard on the stairs to go and hug him. "Daddy I cut the bread for our lunch today." "Well done my little one," he responded with a delighted smile.
While sitting around the table, all of them held hands and started the prayer for the meal as usual.
When they finished they heard a knock on the door that seem as if there was an enormous emergency occurring. "Stay here Aliya and Reathna," he spoke calmly. Nathanial walked fast towards the door and opened it. It was the Slovakian police officers letting him know he was a Jew and had only eighteen hours to get everything he could and get on one of the train carts to Poland. "What's going on sir?" he answered politely. "No time to explain men you must immediately pack your bags and take whatever is needed," he responded loud and clear. Nathanial was in shock at first did not know what was happening until it dawn on him that his manager had told him today and many other Jews, that they were fired and was the end. "Is this the end father?" Aliya announced to him in...