Every person is defined by their childhood. Whether they took advantage of it or overcame specific struggles, one’s childhood always leaves unforgivable dents. Some of these marks are for better, others for worse. During childhood, one hopefully learns morals, what is right and what is wrong. One’s parents, hopefully there for the child, usually guide their child as he grows and try to set expectations for them. The child will absorb all he sees, hears and feels, and will develop varied emotions toward different subjects. There was a point I was broken. Some nights were filled with “I hate you!”, others were silent resentment. My parents had good intentions, but eventually the every so often anger lashed out at one another through arguments and lack of respect took a toll on us, as their children. Yet, it burned me that I knew the root cause of these disputes. They were in love for the first few years, but once the wedge created by unimaginable bills came in between them there was no undoing. This struggle to meet these expectations is essentially the difficulty of being your own young adult in an increasingly tight-knit community, known as the Syrian Jewish Community.…show more content… The room is buzzing, not with prayer but with chatting, as our institution’s annual bidding is going on. Up for auction is the chance to go up in front of the room, all under different circumstances, most in different scenarios, yet all under the attention of the crowd. I can hear the large monetary amounts yelled out every minute or so, followed by an explanation of what’s up for sale, all with the opportunity to show off wealth, yet with the guise of giving charity. How did this behavior