The bomb entered from the window, then it broke all the other windows before the house burned.
All my things were broken. My toys were broken. And a lot my other things melted.
We threw everything with the garbage. Even my clothes were thrown into the garbage.
If you only smelled our clothes. Let the Jews come and smell our clothes and see our house.
Even my eye glasses that my father brought to me, I couldn’t be happy with. Even the bracelets that my mother bought to me, and the earrings and the rings, I couldn’t be happy with.
How am I supposed to be happy with them.. and my necklace … and all that. How am I supposed to be happy with my things?
I am afraid of “Taaaakh” (the sound of shooting) even .. and I shiver whenever I see it happening.
Cookbook Contemplation by The Pioneer Woman
5 days ago