The submitter of the testimony: Yardena Azoulay, the sister. The mother is next to her as she is giving the testimony. The parents immigrated from Morocco in 1951. With three children, in advanced pregnancy with the fourth. My mother gave birth in 1959, in Hadassah. A healthy girl, in the winter, she can't remember a date. The baby was supposed to be released from the hospital and she dressed her in winter clothes. Mom clearly remember dressing her in a pink wool dress and she was ready to go. Just before leaving the hospital they told Mom, go and register the baby for a moment in the office. When she went there, she decided on her name and called her Yafa. And so she recorded her in the office. On the way out of the office, a nurse approached her and said that the baby was not feeling well. My mother was surprised. She did not see anything, but the nurse explained to her that the baby was not feeling well and that she must leave her at the hospital, and they will call her back to take her. My mom already had six small children in the house, some babies, so she returned home. To Yeruham. After a few days, on Friday, a driver of an old-fashioned ambulance came, entered the house and informed them that the girl had passed away. Without a document. Without a grave, without knowing anything. My parents barely spoke a word in Hebrew. She (the mother), tells me up to this day that she is sure that Yafa is alive. 4-5 years ago we went to the Ministry of Interior, to print documentation for our parents, and told the story there, and they checked for them - and Yafa is unregistered. Ten children are registered. Without Yafa. My mother keeps talking about it, that she dreams, and in her constant dreams, a little girl who is missing and hungry is waiting for her. But she had no means, no powers, she didn't speak Hebrew, she didn't know or understand anything.