I approach the writing of this story on tiptoes, and if I were a ballerina, I would step lighter still. But life is not like that. You must push ahead. You must forge those two steps ahead and accept the one step back.

This is not a story for tender of heart, nor is it for those who can't handle blood.

It is a story of what was and, sadly, is still trying to be. But my purpose in putting it down on paper is so that it will prevent it from being a story of what will always be.

it is a story of three young, anonymous girls-sisters who were amoung the masses of children who slipped under the radar and then some. 

It's a story of survival and of three who grew up and one who lives to tell it all.

 

"I listened to the loud silence crash all around enveloping the great and huge relief within me. I'm pouring shudders out in gratitude that I do not have to go back there"

 

 

Step lightly onto the scathing, dark road of pain and head with me toward into the cleansing light....