The rejection was painful, especially since we could not fathom why it developed. We wondered if we were at fault, what we had done, and how we could make amends.
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The Letter
I had a friend. When I was eight years old, I had a friend. Her name was Anni.
Le’ shana Tova Tikoteiv Vetichoteim
When my startled parents opened the door, the uniformed men yelled, “Verboten!” They told my parents to get out: napping in the car was not allowed. To emphasize their new rule, they slapped both my mother and father in the …