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“This is the task Hashem has entrusted me with,” I answered them simply. “To care for this precious soul”

My parents didn’t know what to think because the doctors insisted there was nothing wrong with me

The whopper stories of couples he had dealt with made our issues seem almost charming

There was no way my micro-preemie could survive

My only hope was admitting that my marriage was hopeless

These soldiers died as Jews, I reflected, as tears fell from my eyes. Maybe I should start living as a Jew.