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IT was a Sunday, the third day of Chanukah, and Savta and Zeidy were spending the day with their grandchildren in Ramat Beit Shemesh.

The Bais Yaakov had no official classes; activities and projects were the order of the day. When it was time to pick the girls up from school, Zeidy joined his son to get them.

As father and grandfather arrived at the school, Adina emerged among the crowd of girls, each clutching a half-eaten sufganiyah.

But Zeidy saw that Adina was not her usual happy self. Tears ran down her cherubic face as she pulled her father to her.