She woke up to the sound of the street; crying infants and distant gunshots assaulted her senses as she blinked the sleep from her eyes. A harsh, unearthly light shone through the bedroom door, disturbing the sleep of his little brother on the bed opposite. “Why are all the lights on?” » She asked herself as she pulled back the covers. His body shivered with cold as his feet hit the stone floor. She stumbled towards the long mirror in the closet, wrinkling her nose in disgust as she grabbed an old wooden brush. She ran the brush through his thick raven black hair as it moved down his spine. A glance at the calendar told him that today was the Sabbath. “Chizkiyahul, what time is it?” » asked the little boy, still half asleep in his bed. “It’s time for you to get up, I think, little man,” she replied, walking towards the window. “But I don't want to get up,” the little boy complained, “Does it really matter if we miss the synagogue this time? » Drawing the curtains, she glanced out the window. The street was dark and cold, a constant stream of snow was falling. Further down the street, half a dozen soldiers went from house to house, tearing families from their homes. The soldiers wore thick black leather trench coats, their faces were cold, indifferent and hostile. "Yes, don't let mom or dad hear you say that Hadasha if you enjoy dinner tonight" she told him as she left the room. bedroom door. The sound of wooden furniture groaning came from his parents' bedroom. Chizkiyahul took a step back into the shadows. You could hear the sound of his mother moaning. The soldiers dragged his parents down the hallway, past the bathroom, into the kitchen and to the front door. The horror shocked Chizkiyahul and silenced her... middle of paper... to be brave for her little brother. “Look, the stairs, they must be here,” she heard a soldier exclaim. One, two, three, damn “Bastard, that stupid staircase made me trip.” » Slowly, she began to move the desk towards the stairs. “Damn it, man, get up,” the other soldier said in a harsh voice. A few more centimeters. The wooden desk groaned, as if to alert the soldiers. “What the hell is he doing here, this office?” » Screaming, Chizkiyahul pushed the desk every last inch. Gravity took over as he fell down the stairs. The soldier looked up as the desk moved towards him. His gaze shifted from cold and uncaring to shock and fear. Chizkiyahul noticed a slight look of sorrow on his face and she felt a dark cold, contempt within her. "Mercy Mercy," she said mockingly a moment before the desk hit him, knocking him down the stairs. Break his neck.