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Malka Grunhaus
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The Last Flask
And then they found it — the last flask, the small bottle that would enable them to start anew. 12 writers share the last flask that lit up their own lives rattle of hope
Family First Contributors
Step It Up
Mama didn’t bring Bubbe’s letter up again, so I knew we weren’t moving to Europe. There was nothing to talk about   Dovid T he house was quiet when I got home. The bochurim weren’t back yet, and the little kids were asleep. Even Miriam and Elka were in their beds. Only Mama was up
Mindel Kassorla
Step It Up
When you focus on the now, the future becomes possible
Mindel Kassorla
True Colors
The only thing I thought I was good at was being lonely. And trust me, it’s not a good thing to be good at
Chaya Rosen
True Colors
Since when do fire alarms actually mean a fire?
Chaya Rosen
Still Open
Is there anyone who hasn’t been to Amnon’s Pizza on 13th Avenue in Boro Park?
Avrom and Raizy Rubinfeld
Turning Point: Jr. Chanukah Supplement 5783
Ephraim knew they were his cousins. But he’d prefer they didn’t exist, really
Chaya Rosen
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What was Elka doing outside at this time of night? How could she have found me?

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“Yeah, well,” Dovid said. I waited, but he didn’t continue speaking. He just took his yarmulke off his head and twirled it around on his finger

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I thought that now that Yisroel was back, everything would be back to normal

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“Okay.” Miriam shrugged. But I could tell that she disagreed. Did she really think it was totally fine to depend on them so much?

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“You heard what Bubbe wrote in the letter. It’s obvious that Mama’s nervous. What do you think is going on?”

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“What does it say about me?” I demanded. What did Bubbe know about me anyway?

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