Her eyes grew wide and glassy as she stared at the ceiling, clutching her bear.
Seven years old. Terrified and alone. Her parents, cousins, friends…Where had they gone? She didn’t know.
Just days ago, her family was gathered around a table, celebrating Hanukkah. She remembered asking why the other children at school didn’t celebrate with her. Now she huddled with hundreds of others in molding showers surrounded by the sounds of shouting soldiers, of metal scraping against metal, the soft hiss of gas moments before the showers came to life and a little teddy bear tumbled silently to the floor.