My new foster parents were Harry and Tillie Brook, who were very nice, but older than I had hoped. Thankfully, they spoke Yiddish, which is how we were able to communicate. They tried very hard to make me feel at home, but somehow we never developed the closeness I was looking for and I often felt lonely. I stayed with them until the end of the year. I remember celebrating my 16th birthday at their house. I attended Prince of Wales School to learn English with Mr. Clarke as my teacher. After about a year, I moved into the home of Myrna and Al Kohlberg. I found employment as a seamstress at Cordell's Ladies Wear on Hastings Street, working for 35 cents an hour. I was able to pay for my room and board. Mr. Kohlberg drove me to work every morning. For the first time in my life I felt happy and accepted. They were wonderful people and we always remained very close.