It was only Mama’s voice in my head whispering: Slow down. Think about what you’re saying

Three stops and then I was supposed to get off. And then Bubbe would be waiting for me. Three stops, I told myself

It was a crazy plan but I didn’t say anything. Nothing would happen with this plan either

“And about Elka,” Bubbe's letter continued, “maybe she would enjoy coming to Riga for a visit in the summer"

I took a deep breath. We found hand-me-downs for Leiba, Miriam, and Yisroel, but there was nothing of mine that could be fixed to fit me

I knew Mama was right. A Seder without Papa? What would that even look like?

Here and there, a face from Chevron popped out from the crowd. But I tried not to think about Chevron

Mama didn’t bring Bubbe’s letter up again, so I knew we weren’t moving to Europe. There was nothing to talk about

What was Elka doing outside at this time of night? How could she have found me?