Rooms Need Doors by Sisi Meir

Rooms Need Doors

Rooms Need Doors by Sisi Meir
English | 2019 | General Fiction/Classics | ePUB | 241 Kb

Rooms Need Doors: Her decision will change the fate of the entire family.
Tiki and her family left Iraq and immigrated to Israel in order to start a new and better life in the beating heart of the new Jewish state. But life as new immigrants in a new state is hard!
Tiki grows up in a dysfunctional family; her father is violent, her mother is struggling to make ends meet and Sami, her revered big brother, seems lost since they left their homeland.
Sami serves as a role model for her. He takes care of her, helps with her studies, and plays with her. But everything changes dramatically when Sami starts to use his power and exploit the innocent Tiki.
When she gets a unique opportunity to change her fate, Tiki finds out new details about her family that might affect her decision, as well as her life forever.

“Micha went off without saying anything, and I grabbed my bag and ran home. “I hope I don’t meet anyone on the way home,” I thought to myself. I felt so ashamed and humiliated. I knew that from now on, there was a kind of “stain” on me, and at any random moment, maybe during one of our quarrels, my friends would say, “Micha lay on top of you.”

In any case, Zohara caught up with me on the way. Then, she was a new pupil who had immigrated to Israel from Argentina five years before.

“Wait a minute, Tiki. I’ll come with you.”

To my relief, Zohara did not talk to me on the way about what happened. She told me about her family, who lived for five years on Kibbutz Ayalon. Then, when her parents got divorced, she, her older brother, and her mother came to live in our town. Her father stayed on the kibbutz. He works in the dairy. She told me these things with honesty that captured my heart.

“Do you see your father?” I dared to ask.

“Of course I do. Once a week, we go to the kibbutz. He also comes to visit us sometimes,” she added.

On the way, Zohara pointed toward one of the houses. “I live here.”

I saw that Zohara did not live far from me – about a ten-minute walk from our house. However, she didn’t stop at her house but continued walking with me, to my dismay, toward my house. I pointed out my house, which was toward the end of the road along which we were walking. Suddenly she asked, “Will you tell your mother about what happened on the grass?”

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