We search everywhere. But the machzor is nowhere to be found

“Where did you keep it?” we ask him.

“Right here,” Dubi says, pointing to one of the lower shelves.

Everyone in our family gathers around the bookshelf, pulling out seforim and tracing the gold lettering on each spine hoping that maybe, just maybe, this one will be it….

We search everywhere. But the machzor is nowhere to be found. The clock is ticking; it’s almost time to go to shul.