Martha's story left a profound mark on my soul. When we met her, she was a gentle, radiant woman, her broad smile and optimistic spirit shining through despite the weight of her past. At well over 90 years old, she carried herself with an ageless warmth, yet her eyes spoke of an unfathomable sorrow that no amount of time could erase. Her life was irrevocably altered by a heart-shattering decision made by her mother, who, in a desperate act of love, sent her away on the Kindertransport. Stripped from her home, her language, and her family, Martha was thrust into an alien world, alone in a foreign land-far from the embrace of her parents, her grandparents, and the comforting presence of her cousins.

The horror that awaited her was incomprehensible: her entire family was slaughtered, murdered in cold blood. Yet, in spite of this unimaginable loss, Martha bears no bitterness, no anger. Her heart, despite the unthinkable grief it carries, is free from resentment. She is a woman of grace, kindness, and profound gratitude-revenge, as though foreign to her very being, is a word that does not exist in her lexicon. Yet, in the shadow of all she has endured, she still fears the world, reluctant to share her true identity, a silence that is its own tragedy.

With no descendants to carry on her family's memory, my heart ached with the urgent need to give voice to her story-a story of survival, love, and profound loss. Her narrative must be told, for it is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and a reminder that we must never, ever forget.