Monologue From The Holocaust: A Letter To Miss Father

To my dearest Mother,

It is me, Judith. If you received this letter then you must have made it. Oh how I miss you, just like I miss father. When he died back in 1938, the tables began to turn in a way that was so unrealistic no one could have imagined it being possible. Ever since he died things were changing rapidly, and after we moved to Kovno in Lithuania, I felt as if something was off, or it just wasn’t right. I remember the day the Soviet Union had occupied our country when I was eleven years old., When our small little house was no longer happy, I felt as if my heart had perished. But, the Soviet Union had to be one of the worst things that happened to the town. I felt as if I didn’t know anyone in that town anymore. It all ended when Germany invaded, and, being deported from home made me feel as if our family had been broken apart, like we had just left father for good. I always wished for that feeling to go away, but it stuck to me like glue.
the whole family. As we Waited in line for the guards to check the Jews of Kovno, it felt like torture. I didn’t know whether I was going to live or die. When my turn in line came, I was horrified. The female guard stared me down and had a voice that was demanding and deep, kind of like a man; she removed my clothes instantly and searched my entire body, even my crotch... I felt violated; my heart sank. When I was sent to the camps it was even worse. But I can never forget how starved, tired, scared, and dead inside I felt. But escaping with my sister brought us happiness, because we will never miss the camps, and the torture, it brought; working outside all day, and being brought back inside to wonder if death was near... but the friends I made. The friends I made kept happiness alive, and I’ll never forget them. I wish I could forget the camps, but I just can’t, along with my