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I’m learning to want what I get instead of getting what I want

But we ourselves, while loved, don’t belong. We don’t live on Planet Normal. We live on Planet Crazy

This is my child and she needs and needs and needs. I can’t look at her. I can’t look at myself

“Look at him, at him, behind the stained shirt and missing teeth, and you can’t help loving him, he’s another Jew”

But today and yesterday, five years after burying them, in my nightly half-sleep, those dreams came to me, taunting, “What will be with you, Bracha?”

I stand there with my years’ worth of baggage. Praying for another year