“Chesed Tzirel is not and never has been about your ego, and anyone who thinks it is doesn’t know you”
Ayala got off the bus and, feeling too agitated to go home, headed straight to Bracha’s.
“I made a huge mistake,” she said, pacing back and forth across Bracha’s living room, displacing small toys on the floor as she strode.
Bracha, folding laundry on her couch, watched her in amusement.
“Heels on a Tuesday? I agree, it was a big no-no for any sane person, but really, there’s no need to eat yourself up over it. Or kick all the toys around my living room with those stilettos.”
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