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But then again, the ring stays on my finger while funds come and go. I’ve learned that the hard way

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

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

But in the muted, mint-green corridors, I learned how very fallible the body is, how little we can trust it. We humans are always at its mercy

For just under a dollar, I can dispense TLC, validation, and the easing of rules where they don’t really matter

I will do this, I tell myself sternly as I add lavender-scented fabric softener to the load of clothing. And I will do this right