I was there speech
I woke up like any other day. I sat straight up and looked around, as I looked I thought how in the world am I not dead yet? Everyday that we woke up alive to me was a blessed day. To many it was the worst possible thing because they all just wanted to die away from the pain. Our beds were made of concrete, we went to bed in pain and woke up in pain and that was my life for about 7 months. You had to get use to everyday things or else you would die away like everyone else. I didn’t want anything to do with the attitude of wanting to die. I unlike a lot of other people wanted to come out alive no matter how hard the jobs were. I remember when I first arrived with my father and sister we all got pulled apart as fast as they possibly good. I was scared to death. Later I was joined again with my sister but its very rare that we see our father. My sister and I haven’t seen in for a couple of days but I know whatever outcome it won’t be good. Our meals were very very small. My sister taught me to enjoy every single bite and eat very very slow. She thought that making it last longer would be me since I was a going 12 year old and needs all the food I could get. One day we had just got done with diner and I had taken My leftover bread with me and planned on saving it for a night snack but as I was walking back to the bunk beds I saw a little kid crying in the corner of these wooden planks. I went over and asked if he was okay. He just looked and me and cried more, I don’t think I’ve ever seen an innocent little boy in so much pain. I did what I had to do and gave him the remaining of my bread, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone eat something so fast like that little boy did that day. The work we did every single day was cruel and evil. I don’t understand how someone could be so so evil and make someone live these kind of things. I always remember the pain we all went through everyday. At Breendonk we would have to scrape off soil with our hands and then build the wall