To my grandpa Opa Wim who told me this story
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The Sugar I must’ve been 9 years old or so, when I was walking home from school with some of my friends in the streets of Amsterdam. We get to our front door I said goodbye to my friends and rang the doorbell, I was wondering if Papa was home already. My brother opened the door and looking at his face I knew something was up. He was almost jumping with excitement. “Whats wrong?” I asked, because lately things where more often wrong than right. I was expecting some bad news. “Papa bought Mama and Baby SUGAR!” he said. I ran in already dreaming of the good things Mama could make with the sugar. We hadn't had many good things to eat lately. My papa had also bought back potatoes. Potatoes, onions, carrots and cabbages… those were pretty much the only things we ate these days. It’s hard to get excited for dinner when you know there’s no meat. But today was special. I could sense it. I carried the groceries into the kitchen with my brother thinking about what I just came home to, an excited family. Not scared, angry or sad, but excited. As I finished handing my brother the groceries I looked into the other room. “Mama are you going to open the package?” I asked curiously. “Yes dear I will, but you and your brother have to come into the room,” she said as she was tapping her foot rapidly on the floor. I quickly grabbed my brother and we ran into the other room.
I stood there waiting for my mama to open the package, my heart thumping in my chest as the tanks rolled across the street. I don't know what was louder my heart beat or the tanks. I forgot the thought as my mama slowly but steadily was opening the package, my papa's face looked like Mama was about to open a chest full of mysterious treasures. I looked back at Mama who was done unpacking the brown bag of sugar. She put her hand in the sugar with a smile on her face but when she pulled it out of the bag we all looked her hand in confusion: it wasn't filled with the rich white sugar we expected but with yellow and brown sand. I quickly looked at Papa and for as long as I live I will remember the expression on his face. He was sad when some of our friends and neighbors had vanished, but this was somehow different. He was sad, he was angry, and for the first time I saw Papa look like he had lost something important.
“Papa are you ok?” I asked, later that night. “Yes son I'm just a bit sad about the sugar” he said. I felt so bad for him he paid most his money on this bag of sugar and he got sand. The feeling of hate was eating me up inside my tummy. I lost my appetite almost instantly after that.
“Mama may I leave the table?” I asked. “Yes dear you may, but make sure you get ready for bed” she said. I ran upstairs already taking my shirt off to put on my pajamas. I hopped into bed, my mama came by to say goodnight to me and my brother, slowly I fell asleep. It was still dark and felt like the middle of the night when my mom ran in and shouted “WAKE UP BOYS!” There was fear in her voice. I shot up and immediately and got dressed, my heart was racing as the military planes flew over our house. I ran downstairs to wait for the planes to pass over our house and make their attacks. I jumped up on the table getting ready to run if anything happened an hour later we were all sitting on the table as the last few airplanes flew across our roof. And then it was all over as quickly as it had started. I ran upstairs and screamed good night and jumped back into to bed. As I fell asleep again, I remembered the expression on my father’s face when Mama opened the sugar. Over the years, the sound of the tanks in the street, the shriek of the sirens before the air attacks, all of these have faded in my memory, but I don’t think I will ever forget my father’s face that day.
Afterword World War II lasted 5 years in holland with germany ruling. This story took place in the year 1944 a year before the war ended when my grandfather's family couldn't find a lot of food or clothing. In world war two at least 60 million people were killed. There were 40,000 concentration camps with jews and slavs. This affected holland deeply because a lot of people were taken away every day. World War One ended at 11am on the eleventh day of the eleventh month, in 1918. Germany signed an agreement for peace and no more fighting that had been prepared by Britain and France.
About the author Yinka kruyswijk a is a 12 year old girl she was born in south Africa. She moved to turkey at the age of 1. Now she lives in Emirgan, istanbul. Yinka is a grade 7 student in Istanbul international community school. She is fond of sports in particular cross
country, basketball and softball. She also spends a lot of time doing motocross. She also is fond of reading action books.
Citations ttp://www.gohistorygo.com/hitlers-germany
http://www.gohistorygo.com/world-war-two http://quest.eb.com/search/172_411740/1/172_411740/cite http://www.dkfindout.com/us/history/world-war-ii/what-started-world-war-ii/ http://school.eb.co.uk/levels/intermediate/article/274919