Denise Repper — Auschwitz, 1943 She was only seventeen months old. She hadn’t ye…
Denise Repper — Auschwitz, 1943 She was only seventeen months old. She hadn’t yet spoken full sentences. She hadn’t learned how to skip, say “I love you,” or pick wildflowers on a summer day. Her world was still gentle—soft blankets, lullabies, warm embraces. But even that was taken from her. Denise Repper was deported to […]








