Dec. 17, 1937
Dear Diary,
Hello diary, today is my birthday, but I'm not feeling joy or getting presents like every other normal non Jewish kid. I'm still stuck up in a one room apartment with my father, mother, and 2 younger sisters Ariella and Aliza in my Lodz ghetto.We have to share the one room as best as we can and divide spaces in the one room as our "own personal spaces". It is mid December and it is very cold outside and in our apartment, this doesn't surprise me because those stubborn Germans don't give us any heaters in our apartments anyways.
Today in the morning my whole family sang me happy birthday and offered to sacrifice their hunger and offered me their rations of bread for the day. I refused to take it because even though it is my birthday I still want my family to remain healthy and eat their food because I love them. My cousin Abel invited me outside to have a playful snowball fight with some of his friends from his apartment, I said yes and and asked if I could bring some of my friends and my sisters from my apartment. He said, "Of course, the more the merrier." That got me to remember that Christmas was right around the corner, but obviously nobody in the ghetto receives presents except for maybe bread rations, if that even counts as a present.
All in all today wasn't so bad compared to most other days, though I didn't get a birthday cake or presents I still enjoyed my time being with my friends and family. Another day living is something that I will always be happy about, and having fun in that day makes it even better.
Good night diary.
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