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I feel the warmth of Mamma’s embrace. I finally experience the gift of motherhood

And so, Day Off became Day On. “Getting things done” was now my self-imposed goal

At the grocery, she’ll very possibly meet her friend, whom she’ll compliment on her new wig. Oh, wig! Her sheitel appointment!

“If not for my visits, they wouldn’t know about shul and Shabbos. They would know nothing”

I’m trying. Very hard. But there’s a thick gray fog that makes me unsure of where I stand

“If I don’t make it,” he whispered to her, “name the baby after me”