Answer #5:

I was the only living child to my parents but I actually always knew that I had two brothers from my father’s previous marriage and one sister from my mother’s. They were all killed in the holocaust, years before I was born, but they had a very real presence in my life.

I felt close to my brothers because my father repeatedly told me how much we looked alike. My sister, however, was a rival. She was simply too perfect — beautiful, intelligent, and angelically good. I could never measure-up and I was jealous. I grew up hating a sister whom I had never met.

In spite of it all or maybe because of it all I wanted siblings. My desire was so great that I remember begging my parents to bring home a baby. I had recurring dreams in which I found abandoned babies in the street or on park benches. My story entitled “Baby on a Park Bench” addresses just that.

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