Searching for fifteen years I searched.
Fifteen years I've travelled from town to
city looking for the bastard that sold me
as a child,how could my father ,raising
three kids is not an easy task by any in
fact means,but me,how ?

I was five,it was the war that suppose
to end all wars,times were tough I know
but really,to sell one of your own children,

In the years I knew I almost became one
of those soldiers working for the almighty
leader,Adolph Hitler,he had no lovelost
for men or women for that matter,but still
children should never be sold as slaves.

My heart was broken from then on, I hated
my father,maybe he thought he was doing
the right thing but it was wrong though    .

I almost became what I hated the most,but
I escape,I went to the America and defected.
There my search began because after I was
sold my father had defected too. 

From Florida to Washington I never did find
him, until almost given up, I found at a cem-
etary a tombstone thanks to the caretaker he
told me how the man died,that was him alright
poor,beaten up, living as homeless he had the
life in Germany,but back then times were tough.

Even now times were not easy.

' I so much wanted to do,' I told the tombstone I
was looking at,' Why ? You had three other chil-
dren more fitted to selling as slaves as I remem-
ber,my brothers .You sold your only daughter to
that monster Adolph Hitler,now look at you,part
of me is saying have pity and feel sorry for you,
the other is saying I hope you two rot in hell.'

Turning I left the cemetary thanking the caretaker
as I left,as he close the gate behind me I suddenly
felt my cheek wet, I wipe my face, it were tears too.

A  tear for my father I don't think so,but a tear that
I thought would had happened if I was never sold.

My life that could had been.

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