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A Mother's Promise
'Mama, it's me.' I held her hand in mine, hoping it would give her the strength to hold on. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.'Do not cry when I die.'From invasion to liberation, September 1939 to April 1945, as Renee was marched from ghetto to camp, there was one constant. One hand that clutched hers - her mother's. Every day for nearly six years, mother and daughter were...You can only write a review for items purchased in our store. Please make sure you are logged in to the account you used to purchase the item.