A sparkling child growing up in Boro Park. But then difficulty in school. Shattered self-esteem. Rehab. All along Malky’s parents were with her — until it was all over.
“I learned” says Avreimie with a sigh “how readily accessible the most dangerous narcotics are right here in Boro Park how simple it is to obtain them how there are dealers all over this neighborhood. We couldn’t do very much because to cut off the money would have forced Malky to come up with money on her own. We knew we didn’t want that” (Photos: Amir Levy Family archives)
A vreimie and Rivka Klein sit at the kitchen table as if meeting an insurance agent or contractor.
As if their world hasn’t exploded into a million little pieces.
As if the words of the past months — words meant to comfort stories of others who’ve lost and grieved compliments about their poise and dignity — have come close to reflecting their new reality when nothing could. Reality is suspended now because for so long in such a deep way their essence and identity and reason to live were the role they were given:
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