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We’ll go if we’re invited. It’s up to Bubby. She owes us nothing.

Temporary arrangements and I don’t get along.

In my mind, living in Eretz Yisrael meant roughing it.

Mendel and Esther will not leave their child. Even though she’s an adult. Even though she’s being completely irrational.

“Daddy. Couldn’t you have waited so we could say goodbye?”

We know it’s only temporary, but for this tiny slice of time, we’re in a different sphere, in Hashem’s embrace. Nine accounts