How to Share an Egg: A True Story of Hunger, Love, and Plenty

In fact, given their firm preference for the New World, Mom and Dad didn’t consider such a trip, and most schools didn’t offer them. Dad’s march had begun at Gleiwitz, an Auschwitz subcamp, where he had been forced to carry steel railway ties with his emaciated shoulders and bare hands. Maybe every child takes on some kind of burden from her parents, the burden of truth or experience that comes along with the awesome burden of being loved. It had finally stopped raining but it doesn’t make a difference—he’s drenched down to his skin, socks squishing in his shoes.