Written by: Logan Wickstone Illustrations by: Storyspark.ai
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*All Jews must wear….*
"What was that, Mummy?"
I ask, my eyebrows raised with curiosity.
"Oh, it's nothing, Joseph, don't worry about it,"
she replies, her voice sounding tense.
Every morning, I walked through the cobblestone streets of our German town to reach my school. The buildings towered above, their shadows stretching across the pavement.
My classmates huddled around me, their voices echoing against the stone walls. But in the middle of the chaos, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
