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I, being a focused, consistent, persistent balabusta who knew exactly what was contained on one shelf in her house, brought down the fishbowl with much regret

When I heard people comment that their house was “such a mess,” I’d shrug inwardly. I couldn’t relate

I quickly pushed my worries away. I was, after all, a kallah. There was enough drama going on in my life

When you don’t tell people, they are oblivious to how deeply you are suffering

We had so few relatives, but so much family

I was searching for my missing gown, and found something worth much more