At first she is my sister, my friend, mine, and alive.
Then she is a stranger, falling, hitting the ground, turning the snow red.
At first he is my father, strong sturdy, a stone wall in the way of harm.
Then he is a stranger, crying.
The stone wall is cracking, letting in the hurt.
So much hurt.
First she is my mother, and I love her.
Then she is a stranger, screaming, asking why.
First I am me, holding my sister's hand.
Now I am a stranger, with no hand to hold.
They have always been strangers, them in the car.
Screaming "Dirty Jew", and waving the gun.
The gun that killed my sister. And the car drives away,
and there is no hand left to hold.