My mother gave birth to Esther, a beautiful girl with blue eyes. For three weeks the girl was with us, happy and laughing. One day she did not feel well and my mother took her to Poriya Hospital. When my father arrived, they asked her to leave the child. She was scared but my father did not understand what there was to fear. She never saw the girl again. She would tell me, “The girl is alive. I feel it. they stole her. I told your father that I'm afraid to go home because they would steal her. The nurse told me, ‘Go home, you have children to care for... such a beautiful girl with blue eyes.’”

One day I visited Israel and I saw her cry. I asked her, “Mom what happened?” She told me, “My daughter, I do not know where she is.” I told her mother, “Do you believe she is still alive?” She told me, “I know she is alive.” On that day, I decided to do what I can to find out what happened.

I had contacts at Poriya Hospital. I went into the hospital's archives. Based on the dates I found the document showing my mother was admitted to the hospital. There is an immigrant absorption document and a release document. There is no death certificate and there is no other document. I went to Chevra Kadisha [the Jewish burial society] and read document by document: My sister does not appear there. I am so sorry that my mother is not alive, but she was right.

I live abroad today. After I got to know the Europeans I realized how easy it is. For money many of them do not care about anything else.