The Holocaust Memorial Towers, 1998. Turns out six million numbers can make you sad. I wrap my arms around Danny. “Mommy, are you OK?” he asks. “Yes, darling,” I say, telling a mother’s lie, like number 169067, when she answered “I’ll be back,” and she knew the answer was goodbye.
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