"Mama, I don't want to go."

The girl clung to her mother's hip. The two have just been informed by a Nazi soldier at their door that they are to pack their things and leave their house for a train immediately. "If you take too long, the consequences will be severe." Were the man's words. He raised his hand and said "Heil Hitler" as if it's always been a way to say hello and goodbye, and left their sight. Silence filled the small house. "Mama..." The girl whimpered as her complain was not answered, and lightly rubbed a head of long, chocolate curls against her mother. Said mother glanced at the two packs left by their doorstep. One tiny, the other tinier. "Everything is fine, sweetie." She said and held her daughter's hand. "You're shaking." Was the girl's response, which completely broke the fake smile on the woman's face. She handed her daughter the smaller pack of the two. "Here, put your favorite dollies here, okay? We're going on a trip, you always wanted to be in a train, right?" The girl's eyes sparkled in excitement and she ran to the only room in the house, the one she and her mother shared.

The woman sat down on a wooden chair that appeared to be in the verge of breaking, and placed a pale hand with long, slender fingers on her face.