Narrative Story About The Secret Factory

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It was 1942 when my secret began. Mr.Frank, My boss, asked me if I could hide him and his family from the Nazis in his factory building. I told him yes because I did not like what the Nazis were doing to the Jews. So this is when the Secret Annex begun…. There were two families I would be hiding, the Franks and the Van Pels '. The only people who knew about the Secret Annex were me, Johannes Kleiman, Victor Kugler and Bep Voskuijl, my husband, Jan Gies,and Bep’s father Jan Voskuijl. During the weekdays the families had to be very quiet because there were workers downstairs working. They couldn’t run water, walk with shoes on, or talk they had to be as quiet as a mouse. Sunday and Saturday they had the office building to themselves. I would…show more content…
But that was probably the only encounter, that I remember, I had with someone while getting the food. It was a bit difficult going into this new routine, like not seeing Mr.Frank at work and knowing he is in the attic. Also gathering all the food that my family would need and the food that the other families would need. Keeping the company running was difficult to. The men who did know the Franks were hiding had meetings with Mr.Frank for the company in the office. Anything that brought anxiety to me was the thought of 8 people whose life is in my hands, I have to keep them alive and not let them starve to…show more content…
there were the two families and a new guy, Mr.Fritz Pfeffer. The war was so close to being over when the Nazis came…. It was Tuesday morning when they came. They came in without knocking or anything. I couldn’t leave my desk, I had to just sit there wishing I could help my friends. They went straight to the bookcase that was hiding the door and a few minutes later my friends are in handcuffs going into the green police 's cars. I had yelled goodbye to them and I didn 't hear or see them ever again after that day. I have no idea who told the police they were in that room. I tried to pay the Green police to let them go, but that did not work. I knew one of the people there so they let me go, but my friends were unfortunate. I missed them so much, I hoped, I prayed and I begged that they would live through it. But they didn’t….. Life wasn 't the same everyday hoping the war would end, hoping my friends were alive, hoping the world would would stop all wars and let everyone be equal, and not care about what religion you are or what your skin color is. But only 1 out of the 3 things happened...It was an honor to help the families live and hide them for those 2 years. I will never forget them for as long as I live… It has been 2 years since the war was over. I had went into this depressing mood for 3 months. If it wasn 't for my husband i would still be depressed. Life without the families was different. Mr.Frank was the only one that had lived and he
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