Now as Tova walked into school the day before Purim when it was the school’s longstanding custom for everyone to come dressed up she saw the usual swirling array of costumes — the Queen Esthers and the little mothers with old sheitels or scarves on their head. The navy blue skirts and pale blue blouses of their uniform were replaced by a blur of bright colors. Tova felt delight well up inside as she made her way to her classroom. At the end of the corridor just as she was about to enter the classroom Tova spotted a little girl. She was sitting on the floor holding two large colored tablecloths and tears were slowly dripping down her cheeks.