Three days later, I finally saw light again. There were officers everywhere. One of them grabbed me and put me in line with tons of other people. After hours of waiting, we ended up in some sort of camp thing. Then it hit me. I was a prisoner. This was a concentration camp. Suddenly, I saw a woman with very short red hair and sparkling green eyes. Mama. I thought to myself. I ran over to her, saying "Mama! Mama!" She turned around and grabbed me. I clinged to her tightly. Tears fell quickly from my eyes. I was just happy that she was alive. I looked up. Mama was sobbing quietly. We hugged for the longest time that I could ever remember. I'm so lucky that I can be with my mama. I know that very few girls get to be with their moms at these camps.

I thought that we'd only be there for like a week or two. A month tops. But it turned out to be longer than that. I was dying there. Everyday we had to do back-breaking labor. I never realized that people did have it much worse than me. One day when I was out working the fields, this woman collapsed from the heat and died. Mama was friends with her already. She had three children who lived with their father who isn't Jewish, so they might live through this horrible war. I felt so bad for that woman. She gave her life for her children. Now she's dead. Also, before bed each night, I would write Danny a secret letter. There were secret underground mail people who delivered mail to loved ones and gave us letters back. It was too risky to sneak people out. But just reading a letter from someone you care about helps a lot. Daniel told me that when his right leg is now paralyzed and he is on crutches. I feel so bad for him. In my last letter, I told him how much I loved him and I wished for him to get better soon.

A month passed and I was still at the camp. It was hard work but each day, I grew stronger. Papa was taken to the gas chambers a week ago. Mama and I cried for a long time. But we had to get over it if we wanted to survive. I worked hard daily, I ate what I was given without complaining and I listened to the officers. Basically, I did anything to survive. In the middle of the night one time, Mama's bed broke and she hurt her back. She was taken to the infirmary immediately. I was on my own now. If I can survive this, I can do anything. I thought to myself. I still visited Mama in the infirmary every chance that I could. But when I saw her, I was usually covered in bruises or a sunburn or something else like that. This couldn't get any worse because it was at the lowest point it could be. I was so depressed.

Many times I would try and kill myself. So the soldiers woudn't have the glory of killing another Jew. But then I realized every time that Danny was waiting for me. Waiting for me to come home. I wanted to come home one day. Then Daniel and I could get married and raise a family. That's the dream that keeps me alive. The secret underground mail service was found out about and now it is discontinued. All the men in that service were shot and killed. I felt so bad for them. They were only trying to help people reach their loved ones. Those men didn't do anything wrong. I wish I could have just one more letter from Danny. Just to know how he's doing.

A year had passed and Mama died. I wept for so long. I was now an orphan. Mama was an only child and Papa had a sister, but she lived in England, and she wanted nothing to do with me. I was now dying of malnutrition. To keep myself alive, I would take a bit of a plant and chew on it. It sounds disgusting, but when you havn't had any food for four, five days, you'd eat grass too. This helped. Slowly, I rid myself of the malnutrition. I just had to get on the officers' good sides and I just might make it. But then, a list was posted. It was a list of who would be sent to the gas chambers. And my name was on it.