Dear Diary,
It’s March 29th, and the time is 8:11. As I woke up, my first thought was (name). We had an argument over coffee. It’s embarrassing to think about. Something that small made us get at each other’s throats. It’s been a few days, maybe even a week and we still have spoken to one another! Over coffee! Know you may be wondering what I’m talking about: First we meet at our favorite coffee shop, we find a cute little spot and sit. Next, I tell her I’ll try and order what she usually drinks. So, I come back and give her her coffee. Not even 5 minutes go by and she asks why her coffee tastes different. I tell her what I ordered: Black coffee with milk and sugar. Then she yells at me saying she’s lactose intolerant! How was I supposed to know! I mean sure, it’s my fault she had a bit of diarrhea, but she could’ve told me beforehand. Anyway, I’ve felt bad ever since and I don’t know how to make it up to her. I feel horrible.
Answer:
True.
Explanation:
Elie never sees his mother and little sister after the separation of the train at Auschwitz. He also loses his father during the march inwards towards Germany, and is then rescued by the Americans later on.
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I don't know you but i feel bad for you
