Broken Beginnings: Prologue-Chapter One (Revised)

Prologue:

“Naomi. Naomi Elizabeth!” The voice sounded like Bobbe , but my Grandmother had died five years earlier. I remembered sitting Shiva, mirrors covered for seven days, we are Messianic Jews, but it had seemed only right to mourn Bobbe in this way, she had survived the Holocaust, she deserved so much more.

I wanted to reach out, to let Bobbe take me by the hand, and lead me to paradise. I wanted to sit at the feet of Yeshua, basking in his glory.

I heard sirens too, and through the corner of my eyes I saw flashing lights, and my best friends Nadia’s head against the dashboard, blood dripping from her face.

A truck had come at us, fast, intentionally as if we were in a video game, but this was real.

I felt Bobbe hands on my shoulder, gentle, kind, warn from years of hard work.

In the light of the sirens, I could almost see that tattoo, the numbers on her arm.

Bobbe why don’t you have them removed? I asked. They are a reminder of such a horrible time in your life.

No they are a reminder to the world that I survived, that Hitler could not destroy us all.

Doesn’t remembering hurt Bobbe?