06-10-2016, 01:51 AM
When I was young, there was a man that lived on our street who had a number tattooed on his arm. He would never speak of it, but our parents knew his story and they told us what it meant.
I worry that these memories will fade when the story can no longer be told by those that lived through that awful time.
Raven
I worry that these memories will fade when the story can no longer be told by those that lived through that awful time.
Raven