On June fourteenth, 1979 Rivka David was in the local hospital in Tel Aviv, Israel with her husband Eli. A few moments before, Rivka had given birth to a girl who they named Ziva Levana David meaning ' Brilliant Moon Beloved '.
This is her story.
Looking up at my husband, I sigh seeing that he is disgusted by our baby. He only wants power and someone to take it when he dies. In his eyes that can only be a son, not this daughter. I know I will love this daughter with all my heart. She will be my moon in this marriage I do not want. Maybe one day I can raise her to be stronger than me so that she will not end up like me. Eli has gotten to his feet muttering something about his assistant calling. This I cannot stand: to leave your wife and newborn daughter five minutes after she is born. " Of course" I hear myself saying " Shalom." With those words he is gone. I look into Ziva's eyes and start singing to her almost as if mezmorized. After she falls asleep I let a single tear fall. I bring my daughter close and whisper " You will be strong, my Ziva, you will shine and break away from your father. I will help you if it is the last thing i ever do." With that I fall into a fitful sleep.
