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Always My Malky<br />
shadows just beyond the pale of the conventional<br />
frum community, where angels operate.<br />
There, the Kleins heard about a new approach<br />
to dealing with struggling children.<br />
“Really,” Avreimie says, “it was just an echo<br />
of what I heard from <strong>my</strong> rebbe about the bicycle<br />
years earlier. If a child feels loved, there’s<br />
a chance, but once he or she doesn’t have that<br />
stability, then rules and red lines and ultimatums<br />
won’t work.”<br />
Avreimie found mentors advocating for the<br />
path of unconditional love. Malky had been<br />
broken and the only thing that could make<br />
her whole again would be unconditional love<br />
and support. Otherwise, they’d only push her<br />
further away.<br />
Avreimie, the sort of person who does things<br />
correctly, faced this new challenge as if it were<br />
a business venture or home-improvement project,<br />
gathering as much information as possible.<br />
“I was trying not to get emotional, to develop<br />
the right tools to help Malky. Period.”<br />
He heard about an older chassid who’d faced<br />
chinuch struggles with a child decades ago, back<br />
before there were books and support groups.<br />
The confused father had benefited from the<br />
guidance of the Spinka Rebbe.<br />
“I tracked him down and he recalled how<br />
he’d told the Rebbe about how his son was<br />
bringing negative influences into the house.<br />
“Uber ehr iz in der heim,” the Rebbe said.<br />
But he’s at home.<br />
The father told the Rebbe that the son was<br />
doing serious aveiros.<br />
“Uber in der heim.”<br />
He’s at home.<br />
The Rebbe had told the father that no matter<br />
what, a child’s place is near his or her parents,<br />
connected to them. Avreimie and Rivka remember<br />
a conversation with a leading educator<br />
and advocate for these children.<br />
“It was an intense, long conversation. He<br />
opened our eyes to a new way of seeing Malky,<br />
of seeing life. I told him how bright and capable<br />
our other children were,” Avreimie says,<br />
looking down as he speaks, “and he said, ‘If<br />
so, can you imagine how much more difficult<br />
things are for Malky? Not only is she learning<br />
disabled, she’s surrounded by geniuses, so she<br />
<strong>always</strong> feels that something’s wrong with her.’<br />
You can say<br />
you care<br />
about me<br />
and that you<br />
worry for<br />
me, but you<br />
don’t know<br />
what it’s like<br />
to feel stupid<br />
every day of<br />
your life<br />
“Malky told me one night that Steve Jobs<br />
had also dropped out of high school, so she<br />
had a new role model, evidence that you can<br />
succeed without high school. I told our mentor<br />
how I answered Malky that Jobs had<br />
dropped out of college, which was different. I<br />
guess I was proud of <strong>my</strong> answer, and I noticed<br />
that he sighed. ‘What, it was a bad answer?’<br />
I asked him.<br />
“My mentor looked at me. ‘She had one<br />
lifeline, something she was holding on to that<br />
gave her security and reassured her she could<br />
still be successful, that it was worth the fight.<br />
And you ripped it away from her.’ ”<br />
These<br />
parents who’d<br />
been feeling<br />
powerless for so<br />
long now knew what they had to do.<br />
“Remember that first shopping trip?”<br />
Avreimie says, looking across the table at<br />
his wife.<br />
She squares her shoulders, as if recalling<br />
the tenacity it took. “I do.”<br />
Malky’s mother drove her to Manhattan,<br />
to the Abercrombie and Fitch store. “I remember<br />
how dark it was, the bizarre smells<br />
and strange music. It was a new world. Malky<br />
was choosing clothing for her new life, and<br />
I stood there crying in the darkness, then<br />
smiling broadly as we walked back to the car.”<br />
Malky made new friends.<br />
“We weren’t naive. We were able to smell<br />
her clothing when she came home, we saw<br />
her eyes. But we’d already learned that if we<br />
weren’t her full support system, she’d find<br />
support elsewhere, and that wasn’t something<br />
we wanted.”<br />
The next few months brought a new kind<br />
of terror.<br />
“We literally worried for her life, all day,<br />
all night. She was out and often in dangerous<br />
places,” Rivka Klein says. “I remember how I<br />
looked up to heaven and said, ‘Ribbono shel<br />
Olam, there are three partners in a person.<br />
My husband and I can’t do anything. You have<br />
to keep her safe.’ ”<br />
The late-night conversations continued,<br />
perhaps with a new intensity.<br />
One night, Avreimie looked at his daughter.<br />
“You used to be so happy. What happened?”<br />
“Tatty!” she answered with force, “I never<br />
had a happy day in <strong>my</strong> life. It was a facade. I<br />
was broken inside.”<br />
“I feel your pain,” Malky’s father said empathetically.<br />
Malky stood up, furious. “Don’t say that!<br />
You can say you care about me and that you<br />
worry for me, but you don’t know what it’s like<br />
to feel stupid every day of your life.”<br />
That summer, Malky was registered in<br />
Camp Extreme and her parents planned a<br />
much-needed vacation. They landed in Eretz<br />
Yisrael and got an urgent message to call the<br />
camp. Malky, it turned out, wasn’t just using<br />
drugs, she’d been using heroin, which is highly<br />
addictive and highly dangerous.<br />
It was a dark new chapter, the hardest<br />
one yet.<br />
The new year brought fresh worries.<br />
Malky wasn’t doing well, and no one was<br />
more aware of it than her.<br />
Malky thought that having a dog would<br />
make her happy.<br />
“I remember the conversation in <strong>my</strong> brain,”<br />
Rivka says, offering a halting smile. “My husband<br />
was, of course, all in, but it took me a bit<br />
longer. I was really terrified of dogs. I knew<br />
we would do it in the end, but I had to motivate<br />
<strong>my</strong>self.”<br />
This nice heimish family from 57th Street<br />
in Boro Park became dog owners, the father<br />
with the beard and shtreimel often taking the<br />
pet for a walk.<br />
“She was in so much pain, and the drugs<br />
gave her a temporary reprieve, but she knew<br />
what she was doing to herself. In the too-brief<br />
interludes between uses, she was her sweet<br />
self, the smile and consideration and love.<br />
So much love,” Rivka says, shaking her head,<br />
“as if to reassure us that the drugs weren’t<br />
really her.”<br />
Eventually, Malky announced that she felt<br />
ready for rehab.<br />
California suddenly became as common<br />
on the Klein family itinerary as the corner<br />
grocery store.<br />
Malky settled into the new facility, determined<br />
to start again.<br />
54 MISHPACHA<br />
17 Av 5777 | August 9, 2017