When we moved into the basement, I was twelve and a half years old, so I celebrated my bat mitzvah on my thirteenth birthday with the Beaufoy's. They came down into the basement and we had a small minyan. We didn't have ten people, but at least it was something. Unlike many other people, Mr and Mrs Beaufoy actually respected Jewish people's traditions. I read from the Torah, one of the things we had brought over to their house. We had a little mini celebration, with nice food that Mrs. Beaufoy had graciously cooked.
That night, I went to sleep with my heart again filled with gratitude for the Beaufoy's, who took us in at the most needy times and respected us and our beliefs. They were the reason we were still alive.
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We Were Given A Miracle
Historical FictionGisele lives in France with her family in the 1940s. When the Nazis conquer the country, her world is turned upside down. Gisele and her family are Jewish, which complicates the situation even more. With the looming threat of being sent to a concent...
