My Drawing Holocaust Historical fiction Description Heike Fisher is an eleven year old Jewish girl living in Modern Dachau. She's an absolute bookworm and loves being out in nature. She has a 4 year old brother, Fynn whom she is very close too and enjoys

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First name, first letter of surname
Eve O
Age
11
My Drawing
Holocaust Historical fiction

Description
Heike Fisher is an eleven year old Jewish girl living in Modern Dachau. She's an absolute bookworm and loves being out in nature.
She has a 4 year old brother, Fynn whom she is very close too and enjoys running around and playing with him in their local park, a memorial of Dachau Concentration camp.

She has never been told much about her families history and doesn't know much about the Holocaust until she is transported through time and space back to 1939 were she becomes her great aunt Ruth Neumeyer a Jewish girl growing up during the devastating times of the Holocaust.

She then travels via Kindertransport with her brother Raymond to Cambridge where she lives happily and safely through out the war while still remaining to keep in contact with her beloved parents Hans and Vera who are still stuck in Dachau.

This book is based on the incredible real story of Ruth Neumeyer and her precious letter.

It is a story of loss, grief, hope, kindness and how the Holocaust should never be forgotten.

Chapter 1
Searching

I run past tree after tree hoping to see Fynn's chubby smiling little face waiting behind it and yet it never does.

Where could he be? Why does he have to keep disappearing like this? And why is this place so big and so full of memorials, monuments and old buildings?

It feels as if I've been running in circles forever, my legs are growing tired, my panting is getting louder and my worry about Fynn is getting worse with each step I force myself to take.

I got one more idea of where he may be. One more fragment of hope.

I glance over to Fynn and my favourite place, the Lesen Tree, A massive old tree where me and Fynn use to play. Years ago.

As I soak in it's cool shade I'm also greeted with the familiar and relieving sound of Fynn's laughter.

I quickly lunge forward, in the process tripping on one of it's thick tree roots which is bulging innocently out of the soil.

I fall forward right into the trunk.

I close my eyes.

My head aches, but Fynn's voice is gone.

It's silent. Too silent

The ground shakes.

I open my eyes.