Remembrance for My Grandparents

The Origin of My life

The night is quiet, and thoughts are starting to sail. Thinking of my heritage is a miracle, you could say. Grandparents saw what no one should have: He had seen the war, and she had seen the camps.

The war was outside. It is a miracle: he survived. The horrible camps inside were where she survived. Unimaginable terror for Jews Have to feel a gun pointing at your head Is that an experience you never forget? She never did forget.

After the war, she lived her days fully, Like every day was the last. Her heart took her finally, Gave her the peace she missed in her life.

His life was different, He was the soldier. A brave one I could say. Got shot twice and still survived, After the war lived his days with her, Fully, as possible like every day was the last.

His heart took him finally as well. Giving him peace our world forgot to tell.

A miracle of survivors died the same way. What I got from them is my father and my life which I could never repay.

My father kept silent. I wonder why? He never told me my grandparents’ story. I was already seventeen, packed my bags To leave my country, My mother’s lips accidentally slipped.

Outrage strikes inside me. What kind of society and what kind of world, Have I been born into and why? How could they bear the weight of hate? We are all people, aren’t we? How could they stand by silently? How could they follow such leaders? I got no answers. The silence hurt me.

I wonder: why have I been born? My birth was a miracle to me. I was way too early. Early, by months. Imagine silence after birth. No sound. Doctors running all around, Taking me away so quickly, My mother never saw me.

It was two weeks of the struggle I have survived. I ask the question: Why have I survived? What is the purpose of our world? What is my purpose in this world?

Carrying the weight of my ancestry, I wish to know: What can I do? What can I do to make it right? Why has she died young, and I survived?

Violence and rage among people of races, Violence and hate among religion, Pointless provoking speeches on race and gender I am still outraged. Does it matter who is who, and where have they come from? I am so sad, haven’t we learned? Hate is not the answer. War is not the answer.

I am here today. Become a wife and a mother. I stand as a teacher. Waiting and hoping, The day will come for people to learn, The love of life, I can only show my greatest belief: May love bring hope and peace tomorrow?

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@Gabriella Korosi

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