Broken Beginnings: Prologue (Final Revision)

Prologue:

There were the stories Bobbe had told me, and the ones that couldn’t leave her lips. At least not at first, these were the stories that brought tears to her eyes, and an ache in her heart.

The tattoo with the numbers that had replaced her name, spoke of her survival, against all odds. She knew names of the Hells they called Concentration Camps, names like Sobidor, Treblinka, Dachau, Bergen Belsen, Auschwitz.

The smell of burning meat, turned her stomach, reminding her of the smell of burning flesh. A sickly smell, that took her back to that hell, that caused tears to well up in her eyes, and an ache to her heart.

I knew the stories, some of them, the Ghetto’s, and the camps and how not everyone had gotten out. I knew that she was a twin, that her sister had died in the Ghetto, but not how at least not at first.

It was Bobe who had named me Naomi Elizabeth after her Mother and her sister.

“Elizabeth wasn’t like you and I, it was like she was forever four, but she had a good heart, and the ability to love anyone.” I could hear the pain , and longing in her voice, nearly seven decades later, and it was like she was right there in the thick of it.