Hard Work

While I was working I still couldn't believe that all of this was happening. I felt like all if this was just a bad dream, but it wasn't. I was seeing things that I don't ever want to see again, I smelt things I don't want to smell again, and I felt things that i don't want to feel again. I been beat down just for being slow, I seen my dad get punched for doing the wrong thing. but although we still did our best to do our work that we been told, and to stay alive. me and my dad were two of the best workers there, we did everything the Germans told us, and we did it good ever since we been hit by the soldiers. so ever since then we just been yelled at but never hit. The soldiers are mean, cruel people. But all that matters to me is that me and my dad are together and sill alive. The only people that i really miss and care about is my mom and my little brother. I pray to god that they are alive and okay, and that they will be able to survive where ever they are right now.