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
“They look so nice lined up like that, don’t they?” I commented to Miriam, scanning the row of bottles of wine we had made for the Seder this year. Until now, Papa had made the wine by hand, squeezing the grapes and turning them into wine, pure and perfect for the Seder.
“Yeah,” Miriam agreed, watching the sun glinting off the glass bottles. “Baruch really worked hard on it.”
“And Dovid,” I added. Dovid had helped; we hadn’t just left it to Baruch.
“Elka?” Mama’s voice called out through the window, “can you come upstairs and take down this wet laundry to hang on the line?”
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