Please ask your child to take a moment and think of a classmate who isn’t as likely to get too many mishloach manos deliveries (or even one!)
Think back to last year, right after Purim ended. Do you remember where you were? Like you, I’m sure, I sat surrounded by piles of dirty costumes, candy strewn about, and mishloach manos packages still sitting on the table waiting to be unassembled.
But did you get up and start straightening up? I couldn’t seem to get up and do what needed to be done; my heart was too full of pain.
I was in pain for my daughter. Like all the girls her age, she’d eagerly planned her costume for weeks, agonized over which container she would choose for her mishloach manos, and excitedly joined us at the store picking out the nosh that would be most appreciated by her friends.
The day had started out well. A responsible oldest, she helped her younger siblings prepare their bags and get dressed in their costumes. She made sure to daven right away and even went to hear the Megillah independently.
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