Big Helper
Miriam smiled to herself. She had been so helpful — just like Helpful Hindy!
M
iriam Morris was a lot quieter than usual as she walked back home from Morah with her big sister Leah.
“Miriam? Is everything okay?” asked Leah. She always liked hearing what Miriam had to say.
“Hmm?”
“You’re very quiet today.”
“I’m finking,” said Miriam seriously.
“I see. What’re you thinking about?” asked Leah, hiding a smile.
“Morah told us a story called Helpful Hindy. I’m finking about dat.”
Morah had read the children a beautiful story about a girl called Hindy, who had done lots of mitzvos. Morah said that each mitzvah was like a brick in the Beis Hamikdash, and that now before Tishah B’Av, everybody should try extra hard to do mitzvos.
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