My lost sister,

You were born in late 1949 or early 1950, at Hadassah Medical Center on Balfour Street, Tel Aviv, a beautiful fair skinned baby girl. Mom and Dad named you Sarah. Dad emigrated from Syria before the State of Israel was established, Mom was born fifth generation in Israel to a family from Sephardic origin. At the age of one month, your fever went up and you were hospitalized at Hadassah Hospital, Tel Aviv. The doctors wouldn’t let Mom stay with you. Twice a day she came to nurse you, leaving a one-year-old baby at home. Six days later, you felt fine and mother was told, “ she’ll be discharged tomorrow”. Mom was very happy. The next day, when she came to release you, your bed was empty! When she asked the nurses “where is my baby?” they sent her from one to the other... Finally a rude nurse came and told her, “your daughter has died. You have nothing to look for here!” Mom was young and innocent, she asked to see the baby, but was told she had been buried. “You’re young and you will have lots of other children” they told Mom.

Mom was heartbroken, heavy with milk, and it is hardly necessary to explain how difficult this was for her. Eleven months later, she gave birth to another baby girl and of course she was named after you, Sarah. All these years Mom felt she had been lied to, and that her baby was alive. Our beloved Dad passed away 19 years ago, and our beloved Mom passed away three months ago. They gave birth to eight children and persistently said, - "we have nine children." We are a lovely family with 6 brothers and 2 sisters, and we always tried to look for you, but we ran into difficulties. Recently the story has risen to prominence and this is our opportunity to meet you, God willing. I attach some pictures of us, surely you resemble us. I hope for good news, God willing.