You stole my childhood and took my life for one reason and one reason only. hate!
Because of your hate you denied me to grow up to become a Doctor, who could have save your mother,your father or your child.
Your hate stopped me from being an artist, whose paintings could have brought some much colour and joy to the world.
Your hate stopped me from becoming a writer, whose words would have educated the masses.
Your hate stopped me from being a musician,whose compositions would evoke strong emotions.
Your hate denied me the opportunity to become an architect, whose services were so much needed after the war, even to rebuild your house.
Because of your hate I will not be a mother, I will not be the mother of the son or daughter who could have nursed you in a nursing home.
You stole my childhood and with that you denied yourself so much.
I am Suzanne Mol I was murdered aged 5, in Auschwitz by your hate.