Auschwitz

When the death train finally stops, I am surprised to find myself still alive. I am not surprised to finding dead bodies littered all around me. Miraculously, my mother is still alive, but my sisters were not so lucky. I feel no emotion—I have no heart. A German scoops the dead out of our cart. Later, he tosses a bucket of water in our cart. The five of us alive scramble to slurp the wet goodness that we had been longing to for 8 days. It was not much, but it was better than nothing. We were ordered out of the cart. I was relieved to be out of that filthy place. Once we were out, I noticed...