Why was my sister shutting me out of her life?
My sister Esther was born two days after I turned one. Which means I can never forget her birthday. I dialed Suri while whipping up brownies for Shabbos.
“It’s Esther’s birthday tonight.”
Suri mm-hmmed down the phone. “I know. Texted her happy birthday earlier. Don’t tell me you want to make a surprise party or something? I think 21 is a bit old for that.”
“Nope.” Oil, sugar, flour. A white cloud rose out of the bowl. “But you were married by 21, I was engaged, and Esther needs a shidduch. Miri’s going to be coming home from seminary in June and she’ll be waiting too. C’mon, doesn’t Yaakov know anyone?”
“How about Eli?” My older sister countered. I could hear noise in the background, it sounded like she was baking, too.
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