In addition to religiously going by my never-a-dull-moment mantra, I wasn’t going to let my sickness ruin my love for life and fun
“I hate pencils. The point is too thin. My emotions are way too big to be constricted to one tiny point. Can’t I just use a paintbrush?”
“I don’t understand how you never have time for me! I’m the only one home and I’m forever helping you. You never attend my school events! I feel like an orphan”
“Hi everyone,” Zahava said cheerfully, “meet Shifra Zussman, the new girl in our class!” Shifra blushed self-consciously, unaccustomed to being in the limelight
“Mommy, can you hear me? Can someone get me out of here?” A deep silence surrounded me. Why was nobody answering me?
“Hello, Raizy,” the voice at the other end greeted me. I definitely hadn’t heard that voice before and wondered who she was and what she wanted
When I reached the door to the stairs, I found it was closed. Not only that, but it was locked, and we did not have the key
“G-d willing, I will marry a Judeo, and give my eldest daughter this ring so that she may continue the line”
I was always intrigued by the ring. Mother rarely took it off, and when she did, she always hid it away inside a little blue jewelry box
Was it her fault she felt everything so deeply? How could she explain to anyone that she simply couldn’t help getting affected by things?
I laugh at myself while I really feel like crying. I do have a friend, and she was just at my house