How I wished we could be back in Chevron. Or even in Kovno. I couldn’t start again. I just couldn’t

“We wouldn’t need to heal had those Arab maniacs not tried to kill us”

I myself being lifted off the floor and ever so gently carried through the building

“There’s nothing more we can do for him,” Mama whispered through her pain

Suddenly, we could hear the sound of glass breaking.

The sounds on the streets that came wafting through the windows didn’t feel okay at all

“There’s something going on,” Elka said to me the minute Miriam had closed the door behind her. “I feel it, Dovid. I’m scared”

Donkeys and goats, Jews and Arabs mingled in the streets, but I was no longer fazed

I was comforted to know that our cousins, at least, were all okay

All I wanted was to know the special news that Mama had. “No, Mama,” I burst out, “tell me. What’s so exciting? Tell me!”

Papa always said that. Whatever we were making was always going to be the best in Chevron