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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
JUNE 12, 1943
“My little girl is a young woman.” Papa kissed Rutka’s cheek. “Happy fourteenth birthday!”
“I’ll never see my fifteenth.”
His reassuring smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Our God will protect you.”
“Will He? He allows innocent babies to have their heads smashed in while grandmothers are deported to the death camps.”
Rutka longed to go outside without a yellow star on her dress—to romp among fragrant flowers and trees.
“I’m young in age but old in experience,” she wrote in her diary. “The rope around us is getting tighter and tighter. Despite all these atrocities, I want to live…”