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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
A tribute to all the “Uncles and Aunts” who risked their own lives to save others.
Shira slipped a worn photo of a smiling two-year-old from her pocket that, like she, had managed to survive hell. Had Hans kept his promise? Trembling, she knocked on the cottage door.
It opened. “Danke Gott!” A stout man with ruddy cheeks embraced her. “Ilsa, who is this lady?”
A five-year-old clung to his leg. “I don’t know, Uncle Hans.”
Shira knelt. “Don’t you remember me?”
Ilsa shook her head and stared at the numbers on Shira’s forearm.
Shira’s heart sank. “Oy, meyn kleyn ketzl.”
“Momma katz?” Ilsa threw her arms around Shira’s neck. “I knew you’d come for me.”
*Oy meyn kleyn ketzl – Oh, my little kitten”