Personal Narrative: A Girl On War

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A Girl On War

Hey I am Sarah Marie, I am only 10 years old it was 1942 .I used to live in a huge house in Germany Hamburg , we were rich so we had a lot of food and even a dog, It was wartime, there was war in Berlin but I did not put so much attention to it until my parents started putting always News Channel which was only one of the 5 channels on TV.

I used to play with my dog called Minnie and my brother Alex (Alexander) and my little sis called Melany, one time when the newest movie was in the big screen we were playing just about that, I used to be Snow White and my brother which is the smaller was a dwarf and my big sister was the evil queen, while my neighbor Nick was the prince ( Nicolas). I always had a big crush on Nick because he was blond and a kind of blue and violet eyes. Nick was my best friend but not the biggest because my best friend was Elisa (Elizabeth), Elisa had been my best friend since I was 3 years old.
One time that I went to school they told us to sing the National Anthem of Germany
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Is time for my dad to go I just go down stairs now so then I can say bye to my dad.

I just said good bye to my dad but he told me it was not a good bye, it was only a see you soon.He was kissing all of the members of my family including Minnie, my mom was crying just as me, before he left I told him to send us cards.

Its been 6 months since dad left and he just send 2 cards, every day I look of there are new cards, but nothing happens that is why I am trying to be

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