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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
I trembled with nine-year-old excitement as I presented the flowers. Their sweet fragrance filled my nostrils as I curtsied.
The new chancellor smiled and said, “Danke schön meine Liebchen.”
When I made my way back through the crowd to my classmates, my friend Ilsa hugged me, her blue eyes sparkling. “How lucky you are to be chosen.”
Soon after that day, my family and I packed all the belongings we could carry and moved away from Germany.
Lucky? Jah. Never will I forget his cold eyes. What would the Führer have said had he known this flower girl was Jewish?