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Yes, we needed yeshuos, but were we supposed to actually scream about it, cry about it, publicly?

Unwilling to drive home from the first Seder as she had done in previous years, she was going to spend the first Seder alone

I want to leave. Leave the store and the girl and her round green eyes and the questions splayed across her forehead

I don’t want conversations filled with awkward pauses

Now, suddenly, on this night before bedikas chometz, my old father has reappeared. The father who knew us, who loved us

The name Berel elicited a sigh — apparently, it wasn’t easy to help Berel. He was too rich, too poor, too independent, too much of a nebach