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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
“Is this how you remember it, Mom?” asked Ruth.
Naomi hadn’t seen the scenic deutsche Stadt in fifty years. The synagogue had been replaced by a church. Although some shops still existed, her childhood home did not.
She swallowed. “I was ten. Momma gave me a sack of her homemade macaroons for the long journey. She told me, ‘You’ll be safe with Aunt Gertie and Uncle Norman in New York.’
“Poppa crushed me in his strong arms. ‘Momma and I will come for you soon. You’ll see.’
“From the ship I watched them grow smaller and smaller.
“They never came.”