God is punishing you!" Mom said as I turned round the corner of the house, crying, in my muddy clothes and blood trickling down my leg. I limped along the sidewalk toward the main door where she stood waiting for me. My dad and my big sister, Helle, were already sitting in the car, the Yellow Captain, parked at the curb right outside our building. Now she would have to take me back up and start all over again. And just when we were on our way to Pesach at my grandma and grandpa.