One day a young Armenian came to our rescue-home in Aleppo and asked us to rescue his little 

                  A year before the deportation he had gone abroad.

                  How awful for him, when he heard that his father had been thrown into the prison and tortured in the most cruel way. His mother and sisters were exiled.

                  For years he did not hear anything about them, but one day he heard that one of his sisters was alive.

                   I showed him our house and children and he was especially looking at the girls. I thought that he was perhaps seeking a bride among those. Suddenly he turned to me with tears in his eyes and with an expression in his face I late shall forget and said: "Oh is it possible that I shall see my little sister in that way tattoed as those poor girls." His sister was rescued. Here you all his little sister.

 

Left our care: September 27, 1925. Mother

                                                                        in Aleppo.