Mariano Mendoza
Dear Family and friends of my father
I would like to talk about my late father. He was in life for most of my youth years. As his only son I felt like he gave me extra reasonably. But it was for good because what would we go through. When the Nazi came to our village. We though they where nice. But we where wrong. When we where transported to a camp. He would be the only family that I would know for a while. In the camp he would push me to survive. He would some times give me his ration of bread and soup to me. He was everything to me. In the camp he would find a way to survive. But one man can only take so much pain. When where getting transported to another camp by a train with no roof in the middle of the winter. It would be the beginning of the end of my father life. He would get very sick on the train ride. In once in the camp he would start to die. It would start with him going sick. He wouldn’t get out of bed. He would go crazy and say people are beating him when no one is. He would told where he buried our family jewelry. His last words would call for me. Yet I wouldn’t response.