Oh, the years that I never understood what was happening. Now I spent a lot of time reflecting on my childhood, understanding or trying to comprehend.
I am an only child of a Holocaust survivor. My father is still alive. My mother has long deceased. She was not a Jew. he said there weren't enough Jewish women to choose from. My mother's family clearly never understood what my father brought into the family. After all, it took me a few decades myself and was confronted with it on a daily basis.
...And so it begins.
