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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
Hadassah stood amid the ruins of her once elegantly furnished home.
She ached for two-year-old Aaron who had been seized and taken to the gas chamber. Peter took a bullet trying to save their son.
Typhoid claimed thirteen-year-old Gittel hours before the liberation.
Seven-year-old Gittel held out a piece of paper splotched with color.
“What is it?”
The child huffed. “Anyone can see it’s a butterfly.”
“Our daughter’s an artist.” Peter beamed. “I’ll frame it.”
“How on earth…?” With a gasp, Hadassah dropped to her knees and pulled the unscathed picture from the rubble.
“I painted it for you, Mama.”