The gestapo knocked on our door. Without so much as a "come in," they broke the door and trudged up the stairs. They collected my brothers, my mother, and my father. They got to me. "a new law has been passed," کہا one officer sternly. Another, lookin to be the biggest and meanest one, continued to tell us the law, "all orphans یا adopted children no matter under what corcumstances, are to be collected سے طرف کی noon today." I looked into my fathers eyes. They were filled with shame. My mother stepped forward, I couldn't tell it she was angry یا frightened, probably both. "What happens after آپ collect them all?" she asked. The head officer just gave a shuttle nod of the head. I felt a tear fall down my cheek. I would be sent away from the only family I know and grew up with, and my fate would be undecided. All my brothers hung their rads in sorrow, except for Hans. He always hated me. He never thought a girl پینگوئن, پیںگان fit in with a few boy puffins. He smiled triumphantly. Actually, the law had been in circulation for a week. Thy searched our house, but I hid in a barrel in the cellar. They would've never known I was here unless- the horrible realization showed on my face. My own brother turned me in. Or, is he even my brother, turning me in like a criminal? And who was the idiot that passed this dumb law anyway. They had no right to rip a chil away from their parents. Thn again, it happened to me before. My parents were taken hostage سے طرف کی some enemie. I was barley a hatching. My parents till held me, small and fragile, in their arms. Some horible, inhumane, villain violently grabbed me away. He dropped me to the floor, not even bothering to notice I was less than 10 inches tall. I was so small, but I still remember the اگلے events in order: the villain whippe out a gun. Held it to my father's head, and pulled the trigger. To my mother, he did the same. He carried me out of his evil lair, as I watched the blood spill from my parents' lifeless bodies. It was the first time in my life I was torn apart from someone I loved. But I never imagined it happen again. But still, here I was, a mean-looking Gestapo officer gripping me chockingly. I was carried out the door. But I took hold of my oldest brother. John tried to pull me away, but the officers were too strong. I cried and screamed as I was pulled away, never to see my family again. The gestapo put me in the back of a menacing black truck. I heard a conversation between two officers, "what house next?" asked the driver. "none more; searched the whole mile-long circumference," replied the other. Was I the only orphan for that far? No wonder I felt so out of place. The کیبن of the truck was empty, bleak. It looked dead and I felt the cold, damp air on my feathers. I hear the engine start up. I risked one مزید look out the widow. My mother huggin my brothers, except Hans, who was grinning evily, and my father, trying hard not to cry. Tears fell from my eyes, and my throat started to hurt. As the truck lurched forward, I looked away. I began my long journey. One that would probably lead to my doom...