Auschwitz Lullaby

by Mario Escobar

Then I understood that being a mother is much more than raising children; it is bending the soul until the self is forever mixed up in their beautiful, innocent faces.

Sometimes we have to lose everything to find what is most important. When life robs us of what we thought we could not live without and leaves us standing naked before reality, the essential things that had always been invisible take on their true value.