[Context: Rywka has just had a fight with her older cousin, who threatens to throw Rywka out of the house]

She keeps saying that she is pleased with me, but now?  Right now, would she say that she doesn’t want me anymore?  It seems so unbelievable.  Oh, is this the right time to think about it?  Not only are the times horrible and tragic, but I don’t even have a shelter called “home.”  I recall a sentence from A Light in the Darkness, “Even the most modest place, but your own.”  Oh, it is so true!  That’s why I am so cold!...I feel like crying!  Cry, scream from this vast pain surrounding me!  Oh, God!  Things feel so constricted here!  So stuffy!