March 11, 1940
Dear Diary,
Shalom. I'm sorry I haven't written in the past few days. I've been packing for my trip to America. I don't want to leave my family, but Mama convinced me that it is necessary. As the only blonde in my family, I am the only one who can travel to America with little chance of being stopped by the Nazis. If I get to America and make enough money, I can send for the rest of my family. Mama is risking her own life to accompany me so I don't have to make this treacherous journey alone. I just wish I wasn't the only one going to the country where the streets were said to be paved with gold. Oh, I would feel so guilty if anything should happen to them in my abscence. I won't see my siblings, cousins, and May for oh so long it was painful to even think about. We only have about half the money to pay for a single ticket to America. To pay for the tickets, Mama says I have to get a job since I look Aryan. I got an odd job as a fence painter. I work at Mr. Wilson's paint store west of Mrs. Simon's place. The shop is run down and old, but it was the only place I could find where no questions were asked. I get paid very little, but it's enough to pay for a single ticket if I save up for a month or so. I don't know how we're going to pay for Mama's ticket, though. I pray I don't have to go alone. The journey is supposed to take months, and I just couldn't bear living months without my family.
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Diary of a Holocaust Survivor
SpiritualSylvia Zipper is a 14 year old Jewish girl living in Poland during the Holocaust. She hides from the Nazis with her large family in the attic of generous Mrs. Simon, however the small cramped space is too much for Sylvia. With her older sister Cassi...
