My late grandmother, blessed be her memory, gave birth to her daughter in WIZO Tel Aviv in 1963, and called her Miriam. At the time, they lived in Netanya in the Romanian Housing Projects.

My grandmother remembered giving birth to a healthy daughter. They discharged my grandmother three days after the birth, but told her to leave the baby there for observation.

A few days later my grandparents were informed that the child had contracted pneumonia and died. They explained that she caught a cold because the device that was used for weighing babies was cold. My grandparents went to the hospital and asked to see the girl but they were told that she had already been buried.

A few years ago we received a letter informing us of Miriam’s death. All these years my grandmother asked me to look for her—she was certain Miriam was still alive.