Daisies, Sammantha Lewis [booksvooks txt] 📗

"She looks nothing like you. How do I know your telling the truth?" The solider asked my father. It was then that my stepped forward with a photo of me in my younger years. He snatched the photo from her hands and studied it. He then looked down at me with a scowl.
"Very well then, give me your name." the man pulled out his clip bored that had names of the runners listed. I lifted my head and looked him in the eyes
"Allison Dubowsky,” I stated strongly. The man flipped through the pages and saw my name.
"Yes , you are listed here, but Dubowsky is a Jewish name." he glared at me one more time.
"But I’m not!" I yield at him. I rushed towards the gate but my father pulled me back. He held me back as my arms flared at the man with frustration and anger in my eyes. I admit it. This was not appropriate to act this why, but how was I expected to?
"Do you dare lie to me? If you come back you will be charged." I had broken free from my fathers grasp and ran towards the gate. The man caought my shoulder roughly and gripped it tightly. He then threw me to the ground. The people around me all gasp. Some even laughed. As I was sitting on the ground, looking up at him, he look down at and spit on me then said,
"Jüdische Ratte!" which meant Jewish rat. My mother rushed towards me and whipped my tears from my face. My father walked up to the man befor walking to us and said,
"How dare you? She is only a child." He then walked over to us and wrapped his arms around us.. My mother hugged me tightly and pressed my head to her chest as she tried to sooth me as she said,
"Ssh, ssh, It's okay. It's okay. There will be other races." I got up of the floor and walked away with a feeling as if I had been blamed innocently.
"Let's go home." My father said. I shook my head at him.
"No. I'd prefer to take a walk." I told them. My mother smiled and nodded and understood. My parents turned and walk away.
I looked over my shoulder and I hear the gunfire that started the race. I saw my good friend Maggie run into first places the racers ran out of the arena and past me.They then ran around the corner and out of site. As they did so, I felt as if my dream and my chance ran away as well.
I walked home slowly with the man's cruel words echoing in my head. It was at that point that I leaned against a building and slid down. As I sat there, I wondered what I did to earn this and the only answer that came to mind was.… I was born. I sat there weeping for quite some time.
"My dear, what are you doing?" I heard a voice call. I looked up to see a frail old woman standing in her doorway. I leaped up.
"I’m so sorry to disturb you miss." I said as I stood and brushed my self off.
"Would you please tell me what's wrong?" The woman said.
I turned around to look at her. I walk to her door.
"You must be cold. Please come in." she put her arm around my shoulder and led me in side.
The woman’s name was Judith King she lived alone and I told her what had happened.
We talked for about an hour. It was pleasant to have someone to tell what I want and will listen. She was a sweat old woman. She looked at me with glassy eyes that look very lonely.
"The Germans took my son,” she told me.
"Did they arrest him?" I wanted to know if they arrested people constantly.
"No... He was killed." she then looked down at her tea.
"I’m so sorry I asked."
"No no it's not your fault, but they tried to arrest you, right?" for some reason she changed the subject quickly.
"Yes, I didn't bring my passport."
"It’s such a foolish rule. Is it not?", Mrs. King asked.
"I agree." I then looked at the clock. It was almost six ‘o clock.
"Oh, my I should be going." I stood up and then thanked her and left.
I begin to run to my house. I needed to be home by eight P.M, because of the curfew. The Germans forced us to be in our homes by eight so that no Jews could leave the country under the night fog.
I arrived at my house. I went up to the balcony I watched the sun set slowly. As it set I felt lonely. I then heard the Nazi's cruel words echo. 'Jewish rat, Jewish rat.' those words I have heard almost my whole life. It felt as if that was what the world thought of me. It is as if people look at me and think that. I knew that is not true but it is so hard not to think that when those words are almost a second name.
The cold February air blow over me I griped my blanket that was draped around me I pulled it closer. I could see my frozen breath in front of me. The city of Warsaw looked sad and hellish. I could see Nazi troops at every corner. Graffiti very where you looked the snow was no longer white. Red banners on every block. It was a bitter site; I could not look at it any longer. I went inside. As I passed the mirror in the hallway, I looked at my reflection. I wondered what if I was born to the parents that I live with. I looked at my wavy dark brown hair I ran my fingers through my hair. I noticed that I had a hallow stair on my face, I tried to smile but the smile faded. I did not want to wear a hallow smile that made me seem as if I did not care. I did care that people were suffering, that Poland had fallen to the Germans that my life would never be at peace. It seemed that no matter where I went the fact I was living in times of war followed.
I heard my parents unlock the door. I whipped around on my heals and looked at them. My mother looked and me and ran to wrapped her arms around me.
"I'm so sorry. I should have registered her under our name." She said.
"No. I did not bring my passport. It was a simple task but I neglected it."
My mother and father had a different last name as me. Their last name was 'Smith'. I was taken in by them when I was four because my mother had a rare illness. They were a good family friend. My mother last wish was that I had her last name. I vaguely remember her. My last memory of her was me at the foot of her deathbed.
"Beth, the meeting will start soon we should go." my father told my mother. As they turned to leave I yelled after them,
"Can I go with this time?" I asked them.
"It is now place for a child ,Allison." My father said. I looked at the floor in shame.
"Yes, Papa." I said.
"Good girl." I heard him say before I heard the door shut and lock.
My parents always left for meetings one hour before eight and return at six in the morning for reasons unknown. It drove me mad with curiosity! They then left and I was alone once again. I went up to my room and went to bed.


Chapter 2: nightmare of the past

I laid my head down and feel asleep hoping for a fairytale like dream to let me escape this war for the night.
My dream began.
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The doctors were in the room around the bed, and I was sitting on a chest at the foot of the bed. I looked like I was three. three doctors rushed around the room. One doctor kneeled down to look me in the eyes. He whipped my tears and told me my mommy was going somewhere that I cannot see her.
“what are you talking about she's right there" the little me was confused. I pointed to my mother. My mother reached her hand out to me.
“Elly’"