Post by Angelamongsociety on Jun 8, 2005 21:55:06 GMT -6
There were knocks on all the doors around us. I could tell there was many soldiers. They all separated and started knocking on all the doors. About 30 minutes later, they came knocking on our door . Suddenly I remembered my Jewish star Earrings. I had them on still.. I ripped them off, ran to the window, threw them out and jumped back in bed. I felt my heart beat as the
door opened.
“Hello, gentlemen. How may I help you.” Mr. Morgan said calmly. I heard another voice say in a bad English accent.
“Do you know the Collens family are?”
“Them? No I haven’t seen them in a few months.”
“Then I guess you wouldn’t mind us coming in and checking around will you.” The man laughed as I heard a small crash. Then Mrs. Morgan ask Mr. Morgan if he was all right. I heard loud banging on the walls and voices in an odd language. The door to my room slung open and a bright light flashed in my face. I continued to pretend to be asleep, but obviously they didn’t care because the man pulled me out of bed and said,
“Get up, now!”
I jumped up as fast as I could.
“She is just our daughter, her name is..... " Mrs. Morgan started to say but the man interrupted her.
“She has a mouth, let her talk. What is your name?” I said confidently.
“Emily Jean Morgan, Sir.”
“How old are you and where are you from?” He said harshly .
“I am 15 and I am from America.” I said trying to remember to mimic the American accent.
The man next to him, looked at a list he had in his hand, and nodded.
“Where at in America??” The man with the flashlight yelled.
“Boston, Massachusetts.”
The man looked down at the list and again, nodded. “Who is the president of America?” The other man barked.
I hesitated then said, “Franklin D.Roosevelt.”
The man with the list said something in German to the man with a flashlight. The man grabbed my hair and said “Where is your friend Sophia?? Tell me,now!”
“I don’t know sir. I said. I felt like I was going to cry, but I held back the tears.
“She said she doesn’t know. Now will you please let my daughter go!” Mr. Morgan yelled.
He threw me on the ground and spat on me. They took Emily’s dresser and threw it on the ground. They went threw the dresser and the night stand. They started hitting on the walls with night sticks. Then they left as quickly as they came. When the front door was safely shut, I started to cry.
“Are you all right dear?” Mr. Morgan said as he helped me up.
“Yea, I think I’m fine.” I said softly.
Mrs. Morgan took me to the bathroom and washed my cuts with soap and water.
“I think we are safe now.” Mr. Morgan said, “But if they made it here, that must mean soon they will try to find the others.”
Suddenly I thought of all my other Jewish friends and all the Jews in the building. There where 8 of us. 5 where families, 2 were couples, and one was poor, old Jake.
“Jake,” I said suddenly, “Is he going to be all right? He is the old man who works at the little market. He has no family around here, and very little friends.”
“From what I heard, he fled the country.” Mr. Morgan said.
“Yes, Mrs. Morgan replied sadly. And the only home he has known for all 67 years of his life.”
I walked back to Emily’s room and looked on the floor. My porcelain doll’s face was broken in two.
door opened.
“Hello, gentlemen. How may I help you.” Mr. Morgan said calmly. I heard another voice say in a bad English accent.
“Do you know the Collens family are?”
“Them? No I haven’t seen them in a few months.”
“Then I guess you wouldn’t mind us coming in and checking around will you.” The man laughed as I heard a small crash. Then Mrs. Morgan ask Mr. Morgan if he was all right. I heard loud banging on the walls and voices in an odd language. The door to my room slung open and a bright light flashed in my face. I continued to pretend to be asleep, but obviously they didn’t care because the man pulled me out of bed and said,
“Get up, now!”
I jumped up as fast as I could.
“She is just our daughter, her name is..... " Mrs. Morgan started to say but the man interrupted her.
“She has a mouth, let her talk. What is your name?” I said confidently.
“Emily Jean Morgan, Sir.”
“How old are you and where are you from?” He said harshly .
“I am 15 and I am from America.” I said trying to remember to mimic the American accent.
The man next to him, looked at a list he had in his hand, and nodded.
“Where at in America??” The man with the flashlight yelled.
“Boston, Massachusetts.”
The man looked down at the list and again, nodded. “Who is the president of America?” The other man barked.
I hesitated then said, “Franklin D.Roosevelt.”
The man with the list said something in German to the man with a flashlight. The man grabbed my hair and said “Where is your friend Sophia?? Tell me,now!”
“I don’t know sir. I said. I felt like I was going to cry, but I held back the tears.
“She said she doesn’t know. Now will you please let my daughter go!” Mr. Morgan yelled.
He threw me on the ground and spat on me. They took Emily’s dresser and threw it on the ground. They went threw the dresser and the night stand. They started hitting on the walls with night sticks. Then they left as quickly as they came. When the front door was safely shut, I started to cry.
“Are you all right dear?” Mr. Morgan said as he helped me up.
“Yea, I think I’m fine.” I said softly.
Mrs. Morgan took me to the bathroom and washed my cuts with soap and water.
“I think we are safe now.” Mr. Morgan said, “But if they made it here, that must mean soon they will try to find the others.”
Suddenly I thought of all my other Jewish friends and all the Jews in the building. There where 8 of us. 5 where families, 2 were couples, and one was poor, old Jake.
“Jake,” I said suddenly, “Is he going to be all right? He is the old man who works at the little market. He has no family around here, and very little friends.”
“From what I heard, he fled the country.” Mr. Morgan said.
“Yes, Mrs. Morgan replied sadly. And the only home he has known for all 67 years of his life.”
I walked back to Emily’s room and looked on the floor. My porcelain doll’s face was broken in two.
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