Post by Angelamongsociety on May 25, 2005 13:54:03 GMT -6
“What’s going on here?” I asked them. “What happened to my family??”
Mr. Morgan stood up. “Sophia, they are in hiding.” ‘He said, “Hitler has came and is searching for all the Jews.” Your mom and my wife knew each other and when Melissa heard what was
happening, we knew we had to help. Melissa and your mother send photos back and forth, so
we knew how much you and Emily looked alike. Emily wanted to switch places so if they got
caught, at least you would be safe. We have hidden your family in a safe place.“ As her father
spoke, I heard fear in his voice.
“That is why you stayed with us last night. So Emily could watch you and learn to copy some of your traits.” Mrs. Morgan said as tears came down her cheek.
I looked at Mrs. Morgan and said. “So that means........”
“Yes, you are now Emily, Our daughter. Now hurry and get your things.” Mr. Morgan said.
I walked into my room and looked around.
Mrs. Morgan put her hand on my shoulder. “Take only what you need and be careful about what you pack. If they come in and raid the house and see anything that looks supisusus they will take you away. Emily has left many things for you to play with, so you don’t need any toys.” She said with a sigh.
I packed up and left. I really wanted to bring my family photo. It was the only one I had. I wasn’t sure if I should or not so I left it on my night stand. We left the room as Mr. Morgan walked into it. “Sophia think you forgot something.” He said
as he walked back out of my room. I looked in his hand and he was holding my photo.
“You can take it with you, I know where to hid it.” He said with a smile.
When I got into the Morgan’s house, everything felt odd. I sat on the couch and tried to remember everything Emily told me about herself. I tried to remember all her favorite bands and foods. All the places she has been. And every little detail she told me about her life. Then, I don’t know why, but I cried. I felt so scared. Mr. Morgan said I should try to be strong. For my family and Emily’s sake. Mrs. Morgan sat down next to me and handed me a photo of Emily..
“She has one of you too.” She said softly. “She told me that a photo would help her remember you no matter what happens to her. That it would remind her of who she is fighting for. ”
I took out the photograph of my family and went to Emily’s room. I Laid the two photos side by side. I smiled to myself and thought, I must stay strong, so I can see you all again. We all sat at the table and Mr. and Mrs. Morgan told me some more things about Emily. I practiced mimicking her American accent for four hours non stop with her parents helping me. I had to learn all about American history. And worst of all, I had to dye and cut my long black hair. It was now shoulder length and a light brown color. They couldn’t change my height or eye color, but other than that, they said I looked like her. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I looked so different. It was hard to believe that the girl I was looking at was me. My eyes where the same, yet I felt different. I felt like I was her. And somehow I knew she felt the same way I did as she stood in front of the same mirror before she left with my family.
Mr. Morgan stood up. “Sophia, they are in hiding.” ‘He said, “Hitler has came and is searching for all the Jews.” Your mom and my wife knew each other and when Melissa heard what was
happening, we knew we had to help. Melissa and your mother send photos back and forth, so
we knew how much you and Emily looked alike. Emily wanted to switch places so if they got
caught, at least you would be safe. We have hidden your family in a safe place.“ As her father
spoke, I heard fear in his voice.
“That is why you stayed with us last night. So Emily could watch you and learn to copy some of your traits.” Mrs. Morgan said as tears came down her cheek.
I looked at Mrs. Morgan and said. “So that means........”
“Yes, you are now Emily, Our daughter. Now hurry and get your things.” Mr. Morgan said.
I walked into my room and looked around.
Mrs. Morgan put her hand on my shoulder. “Take only what you need and be careful about what you pack. If they come in and raid the house and see anything that looks supisusus they will take you away. Emily has left many things for you to play with, so you don’t need any toys.” She said with a sigh.
I packed up and left. I really wanted to bring my family photo. It was the only one I had. I wasn’t sure if I should or not so I left it on my night stand. We left the room as Mr. Morgan walked into it. “Sophia think you forgot something.” He said
as he walked back out of my room. I looked in his hand and he was holding my photo.
“You can take it with you, I know where to hid it.” He said with a smile.
When I got into the Morgan’s house, everything felt odd. I sat on the couch and tried to remember everything Emily told me about herself. I tried to remember all her favorite bands and foods. All the places she has been. And every little detail she told me about her life. Then, I don’t know why, but I cried. I felt so scared. Mr. Morgan said I should try to be strong. For my family and Emily’s sake. Mrs. Morgan sat down next to me and handed me a photo of Emily..
“She has one of you too.” She said softly. “She told me that a photo would help her remember you no matter what happens to her. That it would remind her of who she is fighting for. ”
I took out the photograph of my family and went to Emily’s room. I Laid the two photos side by side. I smiled to myself and thought, I must stay strong, so I can see you all again. We all sat at the table and Mr. and Mrs. Morgan told me some more things about Emily. I practiced mimicking her American accent for four hours non stop with her parents helping me. I had to learn all about American history. And worst of all, I had to dye and cut my long black hair. It was now shoulder length and a light brown color. They couldn’t change my height or eye color, but other than that, they said I looked like her. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I looked so different. It was hard to believe that the girl I was looking at was me. My eyes where the same, yet I felt different. I felt like I was her. And somehow I knew she felt the same way I did as she stood in front of the same mirror before she left with my family.
