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Allein
Legacy Name: Allein

The Graveyard Wyllop
Owner: Chamomile

Age: 6 years, 7 months, 3 weeks

Born: September 10th, 2017

Adopted: 6 years, 7 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: September 10th, 2017

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 19
   
• Books Read: 19
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

I was woken up by my mama early one morning, as she shook me by my shoulder while whispering hastily, “schätzchen, wake up.” I could tell mama was scared. It went by all so quickly. She didn’t explain really what was happening, except that we had to pack up our things quickly and leave. Holding my hand, and grabbing a suitcase, and handing one to me, “can you carry this for mama?” she asked, and I nodded.

We left our house, the only home I had ever known. The whole street was dark, except some patches of light coming from the flashlights these men were holding. Looking around I could see, some of our neighbours. Families just like Mama and me. I saw my friend, Ada standing nearby, across the street, standing with her mama and papa. Her papa was talking to a man, dressed in all brown.

We were told to start walking. I don’t know how long we walked. It felt like hours. Mama, and the other women, tried to get the men to let us stop and rest, “the children need to rest, they need to eat.” They begged.

We didn’t stop.

We arrived at the camp. The first thing we saw was the gate and the tall fences. I heard dogs barking, men yelling. We were greeted by soldiers and a doctor. They told us to leave our stuff, that it would be given back to us after we got settled.

The doctor smiled and told us to follow him, into the camp. We were instructed to go into a room, to take off our clothes for a shower. “We can’t let you bring germs into the camp, now can we? Germs mean disease, disease means sickness, sickness means death.” is what the doctor replied, when one of the women with us, asked why we needed to do such a thing.

I could tell my mama was humiliated. A soldier had to stay and watch us all. Mothers helped their children during this absurd act. We were then all pushed into a big room, water suddenly turned on, and soaked us all. After the shower, we were marched into another room, where we were given our new clothing.

Next thing they did was shaved our heads. Mama stayed strong through the whole ordeal, she didn’t cry a single tear. She even told me I looked beautiful with my short hair, and laughed and she said to me that she wouldn’t have to fight with me every morning to get me to brush my hair now.

We were then marched to what would be our home at the camp. A small, cramped room greeted us, lined with rows and rows of bunk beds attached to the walls. We were given a blanket, a pillow, a bowl, and one spoon. The guard left us, declaring, “don’t lose anything, you won’t get a replacement.”

The days were long. The nights were short. There wasn’t a lot of other children in the camp. I was lonely with no one else to play with or talk to. They made me work in the kitchen and mama in the laundry room. I missed her. It was so lonely without her during the day.

We were always hungry. There was never enough food for us to eat, or the food was moldy. Mama made me eat most of her food. I didn’t want to, but I was so hungry, and mama insisted that I did.

Mama left me on a winter morning. I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye.

I was alone then. Left by myself.

I left the camp, the following month. Alone. Without my mama.

I decided to return to the home I once knew, where I once lived in peace with my mama, where it was warm and happy.

I’m an old woman now. It’s no longer my home, but I decided to stay. To watch over the family that lives here now. I’m never alone now. I am surrounded by warmth, laughter, and love.

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