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Dear Diary,
My family and I have been taken. This has to be a dream. Why would this happen to MY family? What wrong have we done in order to deserve this? I am more scared than I ever have been but being with my family is making everything a little more calm. My parents are scared although they do their best to hide it from my siblings and I. I think we are being taken to a work camp or also known as a concentration camp. I just want to go home. I hate seeing my family scared like this I wish there was something I could do but I know deep, deep down there is honestly nothing I can do to change the situation we are in. The guards made us put the Star Of David on our clothing. Why? I have no clue, but I think they will use it to identify us and them. This is not fair. My family and I do not deserve this at all, my parents are nothing but loving people they deserve none of this but all I can think about and be thankful for is that I am still with my family.

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Dear Diary,
It is me and my family. We are together but no where near home. I think where we have been brought to is a concentration camp. I am scared and I can tell my parents are too. They will not answer any of my questions because they do not want me to fear even though I already am. I see children and adults working. They all look starved and very tired. Is that what I will look like soon? Should I be frightened for my life? Although I keep asking these questions I am pretty sure I know the answer to all of them. All I hope is my family and I will be able to stay together. I do not know what I will do if we get taken from each other. Where will they even take us? I have heard stories about these camps but I never thought that they were actually true. I sort of always hoped that these camps did not exist, that they were all just a made up stories to scare us. But now that I am here, everything seems more real than ever. All I can hope is that my family and I stay together. I cannot do this on my own. There is no way that I will survive alone, they are all I have so all I can do it hope and pray that nothing happens to us.

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Dear Diary,
I am no longer me. They have branded a number onto my forearm as a new identification. What do I do? How to survive without my family? I do not know where they have been taken and i refuse to assume the worst about where they are or what has happened to them. I could try my best to stay positive but there is really no point. I think I know what is going to happen to me and deep deep down I know exactly where my family went, but why? Why me? Why my family? I keep asking myself that and I will continue to ask myself that until I find out the answer. I hate it here. I need to find a way out. This place has a name which is a concentration camp but it is nothing less than prison. They are using my people to do their own stupid work and I wish I could do something to change that but I know I can not. I know that no matter how mad or angry I am there is nothing I can do to change what happened to my family and what is going to happen to me. I do not want to assume the worst but all I can think about is when will I be next.

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Dear Diary,
It is official, I am completely alone. I feel cold and hungry. my family is gone, how do I get them back? Where do I go from here? Do I cry? Scream? Fight back? They took the most important thing away from me and now I am more lost than ever with no clue on what to do next. Is my family dead? My mother and father were the kindest and most loving souls I have ever known. Why take them? They still had so much love to give me and still had so much to teach me. I am not ready for them to leave me. I must find them but I know if I rebel I myself will be put in the gas chamber. Although, I do not have any fear anymore, I know that it will soon be me to die which is something I no longer fear especially if my parents and sister are up there waiting for me. If I could just know where my family is I would feel a great deal of relief. Everything I once believed in is gone. There is no such thing as love or happiness or even freedom. I am lost for words. All I can say is I know I am next to go.

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Dear Diary,
I am not angry anymore yet more tired than ever. I am giving up.
I have been in this Death Camp for many months now.I miss my family. Why did they have to take the one thing that I had left away from me? What did I ever do to these people for them to take my family away? I want to get out and I only see one way of that happening, but I am not scared. Anything is better than being stuck in this hellhole. I do not see myself being able to make it much further, I have a feeling it is almost my time to go. Although that should be a sad thought, I am more relieved to get out of this place even if it means dying is the way I go. I shouldn't be surprised right? I mean that's why I'm here, is to die isn't it? It's called a death camp for a reason. However, I do wish I could see my family just once more but I do not see that happening in my future, but I just have to keep telling myself that we will meet again somehow, someway in heaven. Oh, here come the guards, they are saying it's time for a shower but they do not fool me. I know what happens in the "showers", it really is my time to go, but like I said anything is better than this.