Esther was still up as the sun reached the broken panes of glass of the shop below. Her soft cheeks glistened in the pale light of dawn, and her pale lips moved slightly as she whispered the words of a Kaddish mourner's prayer. "O God, full of compassion, who dwells on high, grant true rest upon the wings of the Shechinah.." She repeated the prayer, her lips moving faster each time, eyes still shining silver. While the dawn lit the sky like fireworks, she remembered the day, 6 years ago, the 3rd of July 1942. The day, that, for her, changed everything. ~~~ Another assignment, are we shocked? This one was for my History assignment in 2019 based on the Holocaust.