Aunt Esther Monologue

It reunited the family on Saturdays in the afternoon, Leah sits in front of her family, Aaron and his wife, Ruth, Issac and Martha his wife, her grandchildren and her brothers Elias and Jacob.
Aaron says to his uncles, Elijah and Jacob:
Yesterday afternoon I brought to mom this box I found in the antique furniture inherited from Aunt Ester. ¿Why Aunt Esther kept all this time and almost hidden this box? The reason of this mom don’t tell and
¿what importance had the objects inside the box? -And asked:
Are those objects related to your life in Paris when were children? – !! Yes uncles! -Grandma! Please, tell us how it’s your life in Paris, exclaimed Ruth- Aaron, youngest daughter.
Turns toward her brothers, Leah says:
Sixty-five
The events occurred years ago, and for myself isn’t a forgotten history.
Save or discard memories I haven’t chosen; just the reminiscence of that time hidden in my memory. ¿Why reason we’ve never talked over this? ¿Why Aunt Esther hid this box?
At the time of our flight from Paris, we’re children, after the arrest of the grandfather and our mother. When arrived to Geneva and Aunt Esther and her family surrounded us with love and tried to forget what ourselves passed, for them and for us discuss it’s both too sad and
Our family life in Paris, it’s a forbidden topic, required to hide. We never speak and discussed within the family of Aunt Esther and Uncle Samuel our life in Paris before the War. The horror, fear and anxiety suffered when fled, wandering half territory of France, abandoned, with the only hope of being able to reach Geneva. Maybe for them, we’re only children and don’t understand or realize what happened. The box with all those objects of us that Aunt Esther kept all this time almost hides is to attempt to erase from our memories the painful episode of our childhood.
Now the situation has changed the world for decades has realized the immensity of the Holocaust, and the French government has acknowledged its responsibility to deport the French Jews. Perhaps late, it’s time, to tell my sister Leah my nephews and their families over what happened in Paris and our struggle to survive the Nazi persecution.
Let me tell you my account without hatred or resentment, rather with love to the family of Aunt Esther and Uncle Samuel that in 1944 received us and since then they loved us as their children. With gratitude to people who by their love, courage and generosity helped us escape from the