How can my secret remain mine, and mine alone, if it will soon be revealed for all to see at my bas mitzvah party?
For over an hour we sit and package hamantashen. Slip, fold, fold, apply sticker. Repeat. Slip, fold, fold, apply sticker. Repeat. It’s monotonous work, but so fulfilling
When she came home, Michal threw down her book bag. Eighth grade was challenging enough, but being stuck with Rochel Leah was boooring
She hasn’t told anybody in her class that Daddy doesn’t live at home because Mommy said that these things should not be discussed
“People understand that everyone has different talents. One girl can sing, one girl can dance, and another can paint. But everybody wants to be smart”
Chani clasped her hands together. “I want to give up my slot to Nechama. But please don’t tell her!” she added hurriedly
