The Tattoo

When my five-year-old daughter is proud, she is quick to show it off.

If she gets a haircut, a new article of clothing, or a tattoo at a birthday party, she might say, “Look at me!”

Not long ago, when the Russian Army liberated children from the gas chambers of Auschwitz, they, too, wore tattoos on their arms.

Miraculously, in 1945, a few children survived Auschwitz.

But one thing did not escape them: the hell they went through and witnessed, which was written in indelible ink on their arms.

This historic footage became a newsreel all over.

Elie Wiesel stated, “When you listen to a witness, you become a witness.”

Now, whenever a child displays a tattoo, we can remember those few souls who lived, and the million and a half children who never had the chance to say, “Look at me.”