So there we were, Father, Mother and I, walking in the pouring rain, each of us with a schoolbag and a shopping bag filled to th
e brim with the most varied assortment of items. The people on their way to work at that early hour gave us sympathetic looks; you could tell by their faces that they were sorry they couldn't offer us some kind of transportation; the conspicuous yellow star spoke for itself. What is the mood of this excerpt?
