Dear Journal,                                                                                                                                                      September 30, 1943

Ever since the Nazis invaded, everything has been horrible. We have to ration food, electricity, and now my parents are gone too. It’s not fair! It’s not like America and Britain have soldiers on their streets. The Nazis are the worst!!

“We couldn’t take all three of them.” Annemarie’s father said earlier. Those words are stuck in my head! What if I won’t get to see my parents again. What if my parents get arrested. What if….. my parents die. I cannot stop thinking about this.

“This morning at the synagogue, the rabbi told his congregation that the Nazis have taken the synagogue lists of all the Jews.” This wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t one. “Where they live, what their names are. Of course the Rosens were on the list, along with many others.” Tears are falling down my cheek as I reread my entry so far. Why would a little girl have to go through this?

Annemarie is lucky. She doesn’t have to go through this. She get’s to go to church, and everything is alright. I wish…. I wish that… I just wish that all of this would go away. Maybe this is all a dream. A dream that I’ll wake up from and everything will be better.

-<3- Ellen Rosen

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I walked up to my friend Aurora’s house.

Ring ,ring ,ring.

Her mom answers.

“Hi Lillian!

We haven’t seen you in a while.

Come on in!

Aurora and I are making cookies.”

I start to smell the aroma.

I walk inside.

“I love to bake!”

“Aurora does too.

She’s the “chef of the house”.

“Hello Lillian.                                                                                                                                                                                             I’m rolling the dough.”

Aurora says happily.

“Make sure to wash up.”

Mrs. Egbe mentioned.

“Yes ma’am.”

I start to roll the dough.

The pan awaits.

Slowly we finish the job.

“It’s time to put these in the oven.”

The air reaches out and warms us.

Then she closes the oven door.

The heat vanishes.

Mrs. Egbe puts a timer on.

The dough will soon be cookies.

“Let’s get the frosting.”

Aurora says.

“Not before you eat some of this leftover dough.”

Mrs. Egbe says.

“Yum!

This is one of my favorite things to do!”

Aurora states.

We scoop up balls of dough.

“Mmm!

This is so delicious!”

Ding , ding , ding!

The cookies are done.

“Now let’s get the frosting.”

Mrs. Egbe brings out the colors red and green.

“Can we decorate?”

Aurora and I ask.

“Of course!”

Holly, Christmas trees, and snowflakes.

“It’s time to taste test!”

Aurora joyfully says.

We each pick a cookie.

Crunch!

The cookie is phenomenal!

Spending time with friends,

made this Christmas Eve memorable.