As I ran down the street chasing after Giza and Aaron something caught my eye. I slowed down slightly and saw a man and women crying and hurrying into Mrs. Podgorski's house. It seemed very strange to me because there is nothing to be sad about today, everything is perfect, but I didn't stop to futher investigate, instead I continued in our game of tag.
Aaron was very far ahead, but Giza was close enough for me to press my palm against her shoulder.
"Your it!" I cryed as I turned around and ran the in the opposite direction of her.
"Aaron, Holly!" she called out stopping.
I ran up to her just as Aaron came to a stop.
"I don't want to play anymore." she stated.
"Ok we ca..." I started, but was cut off by the sound of my father's car coming around the corner.
"Father's home!" I squealed, about to hurry home when I remembered my manners. "Sorry Giza we'll see you tomorrow." I said as me and Aaron sprinted home.
"How was your day children?" mother asked us later that night.
" It was great. We played tag with Giza and we danced in my room to the record player and we had chocolate chip cookies her mother made." I said nearly in one breath.
"Well, I am glad you had an exciting day, but tomorrow you are will stay home and
do your chores, remember."
" Yes mother," Aaron and I sighed in unison.
"Alright children time for bed," father said walking into the room.
"Night mother, night father," I said as I started to climb the stairs to my bedroom, but then a thought came to my head. "Mother, did you see those people going into Mrs. Podgorski's house today?"
"What people Holly?"
" The ones who were crying and Mrs. Podgorski was hurrying them into her house. I saw them when I was playing tag with Aaron and Giza, right before father came home."
Mother looked at father with a worried expression, but then quickley added, "It was nothing child now hurry to your room and get ready for bed. Goodnight."
"Alright goodnight mother," I said as I turned and finished up the stairs.
YOU ARE READING
The Miraculous Journey of Holly Mos
Historical FictionThis is the story of Holly Mos an eleven year old Jewish girl living in southern Germany, 1943. Holly has a seeming perfect childhood. She spends her afternoons playing with friends and reading with her mother. Her father, a joke-cracking busi...
