It was 1939 . There had been many German men coming to our door every week . Mother had told us what to do if the men came . It wasn’t until last week when tragedy had struck . I saw some men walking up to our door . I ran downstairs and franticly told Mother that we needed to hide . My brother Marco and I ran down to the basement when we heard Mother and Baby Max shouting and crying .
After they had left Marco and I were in a quandary whether to chase after the men or stay at home . We were tired, terrified and solitary , we knew we would never se Mother or baby Max ever again .