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The Road Of Hope

I trembled in fright, we were approaching a concentration camp. Mother was what was left of my family and I hoped it would stay that way. As days flew by, labour was getting harder, food was as scarce as hope. Mother was coughing, constantly choking up blood. I wasn’t a doctor but I knew tuberculosis when I saw it. It had been my birthday when Mother was dragged off to the gruesome, grotty cart of death. My bones struggled days after. I found myself collapsing. When I woke up I was alongside dead people. This was my only chance…

by Leah Kidd (10)
Tivetshall Primary School, Norwich

Competition - Once Upon a Time

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