“Maybe she’s starving and I’m neglecting her! Maybe I’m, like, an abusive mother! How do I know?”

The woman stepped forward. “Hi, are you Marissa Markowitz? The famous NICU nurse?”

Perri hadn’t been wrong; Shloimy was struggling in shiur. And his maggid shiur clearly didn’t have much compassion for him

“What can I tell you, Perri, it was definitely not Our Type of people”

Tamar’s chin jutted forward. “Ima, you don’t get it. You don’t know. It has to look right, okay?”

Perri didn’t quite roll her eyes, but the exasperation on her face reminded Chaim of Simi having a Teenaged Moment

“We’re hardly the example of Yiddishkeit you want to show off,” Yaakov argued

Marissa’s eyes traveled to his maimed hand. She bit her lip. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” she blurted out

This Chaim — Chaim who had concrete plans, who was actively charting a path for the future — was someone different

“When I went to people for Shabbos, they showed me something completely different from my mom’s version”

Perri had never followed politics and she wasn’t planning to start now, but last week, things had gotten a little awkward