My father David Rigglehoft, was born in Poland; my mother Dora Rigglehoft, was born in Bulgaria. My sister Daniela was born at Freud Hospital (Yehuda Halevi 9, Tel Aviv) on March 3, 1949. Normal birth. Healthy baby. My mother stayed all week at the hospital, nursed her and everything looked great. My cousin, who was an 8-year-old boy at the time (Avraham Bachar), came to visit her several times, and when they brought the baby for her to breastfeed, they sent him out of the room.

After a week, my mother was told that she was being discharged; that she was free to go home, and they will check on the baby before discharging her, too. My father was supposed to arrive an hour later, to pick up the baby. It was a Friday. My mother went to my grandmother's and waited for him and the baby. When my father arrived at the hospital an hour later, they told him that the baby had died. They didn't give him any medical documents, they just reassured him that they would take care of the burial.

With this horrible news he came to my mother who was at my grandmother's.

I managed to get a birth certificate from the Ministry of the Interior, and also a death certificate, on March 9, 1949. My cousin testifies that there was no burial, and for years there was talk in the family that the nurse probably dropped the baby. They never received a message or letter concerning their daughter, nor a medical letter or any other kind. She just faded away without explanation. My parents' home was on Yona Hanavi Street in Tel Aviv at the time.

They never mentioned names of doctors or nurses. My parents believed for many years that the baby really died because that's what they were told, and they didn't link it to the abduction of children from Yemen and the Balkans.

My father died of a broken heart in October 1972. My mother remained tormented by what happened, and was constantly troubled by the fact that her daughter had no grave. She passed away in June 2014.

A year before her death I've done a did. I lied to her, and paid a dear price for it.

I told her that I called the “Hevra Kadisha” (the Israeli Jewish burial administration), and they told me that there was a grave for a Daniela Rigglehoft and that the grave was in the cemetery in Nachalat Yitzhak. This really had put my mother's mind to rest. Perhaps she wanted to believe that it was indeed so, even though it made no sense; because if the child had really been buried, they would have informed her parents, but they never did. Clearly, there is no trace of Daniela Rigglehoft in the Hevra Kadisha files.

When the state archive was opened, after the removal of the damned secrecy, I went to the archives of the Freud Hospital, and out of 15 years that the hospital existed, there were records of only three months in the archive – a period irrelevant to me.

When trying to find out years ago where the archive disappeared, I also attended a clarification meeting in the archives of the Tel Aviv municipality, where I was told that after the hospital was closed, Dr. Freud's son took the entire medical archive to his home. They didn't were unable to provide me with details about the son. Freud Hospital was closed in 1955.

For years people would stop me on the street and insist that I am someone they know, and do not remember their details.

I am in the DNA database of the MyHeritage company and I hope for a cross and a match, someday; maybe one day...