This story caused me to feel such sadness for this particular girl, named Wuditu, who lived in Ethiopia and because of her and her family's Jewish faith, they needed to escape their country, hoping for a new start to life in Jerusalem. What a heartwrenching story of how non-Jewish people turned against the Jewish people. Finally, Wuditu's family (father, mother, father's 2nd wife and all of their children) fled on foot to Sudan. Their guide, Daniel, died on the way to Sudan trying to lead to a refugee camp. Once in the camp, Wuditu and her sisters had to be very careful to stay right by their mothers or their father or a male relative to protect them from being attacked/raped by other men. It was such a hard and desperate situation, with bad food and water and terrible living conditions. Finally, her dad had a really bad eye condition, so he had to be airlifted to Israel, with Wuditu's mother. So she was left with her stepmother, whom she also loved, and her sisters. But one night, soldiers came to the camp and they got separated, Wuditu and her sister were off with a group of strangers when the soldiers dumped them at the border and told them to return to their village in Ethiopia. So they started the journey on foot, with no shoes, no spare clothing, only a little bit of sugar and a can for water. They got sick on the way. They said many prayers to God to get them safely to a village where they could find some relatives. Finally, they found some relatives and Wuditu left her younger sister with them and Wuditu left to find work so she could earn money to get them to another town and then hopefully to Israel to be reunited with family. The story begins in 1985 when she is just 9 years old. The bulk of the book takes place when Wuditu is 12-16 years old. My heart was breaking for her to read of all the terrible things that happened to her - being alone, looking for work, seeing other young girls work as prostitutes' and getting hurt and even dying from the terrible treatment they received at the hands of rough, mean men who abused and took advantage of them, how Wuditu herself was raped and then became pregnant and she drank a terrible concoction to cause an abortion, and the lies she had to continually tell to hide the fact that she was Jewish and her true story and roots and intentions. She had to sleep on the streets, in terrible housing with not nice people, she had to work so hard for very little money, and in the end she became a slave to a very mean, cold and demanding young women, who paid her nothing for years. She had painful sores all over her body and her hair was a mess. It was such a sad story. And the worst part is that this has happened and keeps happening to children all over the world.