The Yellow Stars.
I must protect my children. Our world has gone mad with our own people against us. We can not leave our flat or go to shops without have fear attach to it. Are names are hid by labels of the yellow stars. I can not trust my nearest or dearest.
But my children are only children and should being play together as one nation. The 'Regime' said that we are not human but I know we are human because our god said we are.
In our small home, with little but precious amount of food we have. I manage to shared it out to keep the hungry at bay. Their noise outside in the block is getting louded. Try pretent at everything is normal. The door is kicked in by the 'Special Police' and we take away to god who where.