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The night the wall went up was the scariest night I have ever experienced. I looked at my mother with fear in her eyes. Then I looked at my brother Fritz who looked down at my grabbed my hand and squeezed it.
It was four years later and I was walking to school with my friend Anna one day an I looked over the wall and saw my father doing an old dance we did when he would put me to bed. It was a song about what a farmer does on the farm. I realized that instead of him acting like he was raking he was shoveling I knew that had to mean something. He wanted me to dig!
My gandmother had sent us a letter saying she broke her foot so my mom went to go help and take care of her.
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