The Hustle-Personal Narrative

I didn’t understand at the time what was going on. What the hustle was, why we were moving houses or who those people were. When we were leaving the train ride, as I remember wasn’t that great either. It was crowded and smelled bad, and you could hardly move. I clung to my mom the whole time.
“Momma. I don’t think this.” I said
“I don’t either honey, but there’s nothing we can do.”
For I don’t remember how long the ride was, nor who the lady was yelling, but I remember it scared me, and what she said stuck with me. ‘They’re burning people, there are big flames, furnaces.’... Along those lines, everyone thought she was crazy, ‘that’s not happening’, they said, ‘she’s just trying to scare us’. Little did we know, she was right. I didn’t understand, …show more content…
There were about three or four of us that slept together at night, and when it was cold we’d curl up together. They fed us three times a day, bread and soup, always bread and soup. On holidays, like Christmas and new years we got a thicker soup. People stopped celebrating things, I don’t blame them. I think a lot of us stopped caring about things like that. I played with other kids too, we all became close, but I still always worried where my momma was, or how dad and Eliezer were doing. I worried for them. I think the people here were a little nicer to us kids, at least from what Eliezer told me. People got sick all the time too. It was gross. I don’t remember what everyone came down with, but it wasn’t the best. I avoided those people the best I could. Most kids passed away from being so young and sick, others went away and never came back. I didn’t know why at the time, but now I do and it sends chills up my spine. That could have been me. I can’t tell you how many of us passed away, it was too much for my little brain to handle. I still can’t get myself to read the number. I never saw momma, nor dad again. I met with Eliezer a few years after we were rescued. I was