When I was younger, and first let me say, I didn’t realize what I was doing at the time. When I was younger, whenever my parents would argue, and I wanted something, but afraid to ask, I would test how bad their last argument was…and the things I wanted were like going to McDonald’s, or a toy store. Because when they were hating on each other, I wouldn’t get anything, they were just too angry to take me anywhere, or buy me anything, so I would just have to wait another day for that Happy Meal, or a G.I Joe action figure. When they were just only a little mad at each other, and were still in love, I could sometimes get things. I’m half German, on my mother’s side. She was born and raised in Germany. So growing up, she sent me to German school on the weekends, so I speak German. My religion, I’m Jewish on my father’s side. This is what I would do. After they would have an argument, I would wait until my father was out of the room for a couple minutes, then go up to my mother, and say in a harsh, very strict German accent, “Wo versteckt sich der Jude?” Which translates to “Where is the Jew hiding?” If my mother reprimanded me, defending my father, I would ask for something right away. It meant she wasn’t mad at him…but if my German mother immediately pointed in the direction to where my Jewish father was, I would definitely wait until another day. That meant she was really mad at him.