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“But what I do know is the shock I felt, the deep impression that my mother made on me that day as she drew the swastika on that stained bag. The emotional intensity of that moment is burned in my memory, in a place beyond words. I’m not ready to talk to my daughters about the Holocaust yet, and they’re not yet old enough to hear about the horrors that will forever cast a shadow over our people. But one day they will learn, and they will remember, this history that can never, that should never, be erased.”

You can read the rest of the piece I wrote about Yom HaShoah, or Holocaust Remembrance Day, over at Kveller.com.