Dear journal,
There is a new girl across the street from my home. People say she's a jew but some say she's german. I don't know who to believe. She doesn't speak german because she was raised in Canada. I want to be her friend even if she's a jew. She deserves a friend at the least. I wonder if she likes art, my papa's an artist he paints pictures for shops and the news papers. Maybe I can draw something for her, like a peace offering. If he will let me use his pencils.
~Franz hubermann
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Written in Memory with Permanent Ink
Historical FictionLucille Engle deustcher was moving with her papa to Germany in the first year of world war two. She looked german through and through bleach blonde hair and sky blue eyes, her only problem; she was a jew. Franz hubermanns father was a nazi how coul...
