Dear Diary,
It’s the end of September, 1943 and my parents were just taken away from me. I’m not quite sure what’s going on, but I do know I want my parents back and I want everything to be back to normal. Annemarie’s dad said my parents were going to be “relocated” but I don’t know what that means, and for now I have to play it as a Danish, Annemarie’s older sister despite the fact that I’m Jewish. I’m worried a soldier is going to come and notice my hair is black, not golden and take me away. I’ve never felt so scared in my life, not even when that soldier caught Annemarie and I racing yesterday.
I’m finally lying down with Annemarie, about to get some sleep after such a long scary day I’m feeling very very relived. Even though I’m worried, I’m still hoping this plan will work and everything will be back to normal after tonight. “They call it relocation.” these few words cross my mind constantly, over and over, if only I knew what that funny word meant. Mr. Johansen said those few words hours ago and still it plays in my head like a broken record in a silent room.
Sincerely,
Ellen
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