Holocaust

As you walk in the free time you have, you exit your block, your father comes running son! my son....he says, out of breath from the run I have some terrible news, I was picked, they wrote my name down when I wasn't paying attention your father pulls out a pocket knife and a spoon, handing it to you like its your inheritance son your father says in a quiet voice do not sell these, no matter what, do you understand? he looks you in the eyes, you have a terrible feeling about this