As though I had given her the key to my treasure box, Bracha would grab my hand and we’d fly out of the house together ,My Four Walls,As though I had given her the key to my treasure box, Bracha would grab my hand and we’d fly out of the house together
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Bracha my best childhood friend was also my complete opposite.
She’d come bouncing into my house on a Shabbos afternoon and find me sitting on the couch where I was always cuddled with a book. She’d plop down next to me shaking the cushions a bit.
“Hi” she’d say.
I’d pick my eyes up off the page I was devouring. “Hi” I’d answer.
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