History of Sorts

I am Paul , like every 4 year old boy I like to kick a ball. Give me a blank sheet of paper and some crayons and I am happy as can be.

I am Paul  I feel like a big boy but I know I am small. I like to play outside, come rain or shine.

I am Paul and sometimes I cry when I fall. But when my dad or mum pick me up and wipe away my tears and kiss my sore knee better I feel great again.

I am Paul , when I get praise I feel 10 feet tall. I love my food  especially cakes and  all things sweet.

I am Paul , I don’t like being an oddball. I hate it when people laugh at me and point at me and make fun of the yellow star I wear.

I am Paul and I can’t understand it at all. Why does anyone want to murder me. I am only 4, I want to live so much more.

I am Paul van Gelderen I was murdered in Auschwitz on September 28 1942 ,together with my Mother.

I am Paul, I am Paul.