My Nana came from Denmark. About a month before she migrated she found boxes as she was looking for things to pack from her attic, and curiosity killed the cat. As she dug through the boxes so many questions flew through her head and she started to add up all the odd comments rude little girls would make to her growing up. She felt confused, frustrated, and most of all betrayed by her family who had kept her in the dark for so long. She had just discovered that her relatives had escaped the Holocaust. Photographs and letters cluttered up the box and the more her eyes saw, the more she realized how her family had in fact kept this dark secret from her and everyone else they knew. 

– SC

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