“Mommy, who’s that big lady over there?” The little girl pointed a chubby finger across the water.
“That’s the Statue of Liberty, Rachel,” her mother explained. “She represents the freedom and safety to be who we are.”
“No more hiding from the bad men?”
“That’s right, honey. No more hiding.” Mother’s smile was one of relief. “We’re almost home…America.”
“But what about Daddy, Zayde and Bubbe?” Rachel asked. “Will they be safe, too?”
“I pray they will be.” Mother’s eyes filled with tears and she bent to hug her daughter close. “I pray to G-d they got out in time.”