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eyes and pulled away from Momma’s chest, so that I could look at her face, and talk with her.
     
                  “Momma what’s wrong with being Jewish?”
     
                  This time when I asked Momma she did not struggle with the answer, or endeavor to sugar coat it when I asked the thorny question. I was watched her reactions after I was asking and she had not even squirmed when I had asked her. She completely understood what it was that I was talking about, and currently going through. She told me later she was upset that I to was now having to experience the darker side in people who are anti- Semitic . She looked over at my sister, who also perfectly understood what I was experiencing. The look they gave each other was curious to me. Momma got up,
     
                  “Excuse me a moment. Hana ” Leaving the room for a moment. She returned a minute later, bringing back with her the scriptures’ from the Torah.  Mom sat between Sissy and me on the bed, then read a few passages, thinking the God’s own words would help shed some light, put me at ease, and God willing, answer some of what I was wondering. They both knew that finding out this answer would rob me of a small piece of my adolescence, and innocence, which I did not deserve to lose, not just yet anyways.  I had pretty much been sheltered living as we did in the Jewish section of town.
     
                  Marym told me a story I had not heard before, sharing with me her own experience. From what I had learned my people have been experiencing this sort of harsh treatment from Christians, Arabs, Muslims, Egyptians and many other races over the course of thousands of years, since the time before  Moses. And when Momma and sister were both finished up explaining themselves to me, I understood I was not much happier - in fact, I was not sure exactly how I was feeling. I guess Momma did not like when I had said, because I guess I was just so frustrated with things in general, I was like the tea pot. I blew my top, shouting at the top of my lungs, “I wish that we weren’t Jewish!”
     
                  You should have seen it. I wish I could have taken it back before the words left my lips. I stopped and waited for a very negative response from Momma. Momma’s face turned went ashen but surprising to me and Marym, she remained perfectly calm, her hands neatly on her knees, and then calmly tried explaining to me, “My daughter, you should be proud of our heritage, never ashamed, it is God’s will.”
     
                  I began weeping once again, this time ashamed for what I had just said; I wanted so to take it back . “ I didn’t mean it Momma, I m so sorry.”
     
                  She said, “I understood,” but that she was going to have the Rabbi talk with me at next Sabbath.” She continued “And that if you had needed to, you can talk to Poppa this evening.”
     
                  Which meant another talking by Poppa, I knew I was not in any kind of trouble - in fact; Poppa was like a big old teddy bear. I loved sitting on his lap. I was his little buttercup.
     
                  “Thanks Momma, and Marym I love you both.” Marym was crying, as she left, so was Momma.
     
                  Later on that very afternoon, after I was finished with, my daily chores. Momma said, “Honey why don’t you go ahead, and go out and get some fresh air - sitting inside is not going to make me feel any better. Go on go out and play!”
     
                  Thinking perhaps, she was right; I ran over and met Abram up in our clubhouse. Even back then just seeing him warm smile, hearing his soft, even-pitched voice, somehow cheered me up when I was down. I decided to try to explain to him what my Momma and sister had been kind enough to share with me. That day I felt like I grew a bit closer to them all, and learned how