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As I watched my mother and my little brother die agonizingly, and tears streamed down my face; I realized I didn't want revenge. Earlier that week my father and my other brother were sent to the factory to work. My mother and my little brother and I were left to our deaths. Would you like to know why we have been sentenced for such a cruel and unusual punishment? It's because we are Jewish. It's World War 2 and I am one of its many victims. Many people would expect me to want all Germans killed. But I don't. When I was first captured and they killed my elder sister on the spot to scare us into obeying them. All I wanted to do was take their rifle out of their hands and shoot them with the weapons they used to hurt so many. When they made my mother choose which child she wanted to take into the gas chamber with her while the other waited to go in the next group I knew that my younger brother would do better with her and volunteered, her grateful eyes shone at my courage. I hated the Germans for making my mother choose between children. I wished with all my heart that the Nazi's black hearts would turn to searing oil. Although now I understand that even though what they are doing is wrong, they don't know any better. They were taught to hate me and my kinswomen. They were brainwashed into thinking that I am a member of an elite group of people no worse then scum. To them as children I was known as the monster under the bed. And for all those things I can forgive them because I know they were guided into thinking this. I don't hate the whole of Germany anymore for as I look around I can see citizens being killed for helping my 'kind'. But what saddens me is to think only as I am being pushed and shoved into a gas chamber surrounded by crying and begging people is when I realize this and my hate evaporates. In my heart I know there is hope because there are people out there who are realizing the truth. As tears streamed down my face and the gas starts coming in, I take hold of a little boys hand who was all by himself and didn't seem to know what was going on. We cling to each other as we start to choke. The boy starts to cry and struggle screaming for his mother. I just cling to his little body and wait.