The six shiny bowls sat majestically on the kitchen counter glittering in the Shabbos morning light. They were arranged according to the ages of Mrs. Bernstein’s six children. Each bowl was a different shade of bright colorful glaze. They looked more like precious jewels than mundane cereal receptacles.
I was at the Bernsteins’ for a small kiddush in honor of the yahrtzeit of Mrs. Bernstein’s mother.
When Mrs. Bernstein came to see me two weeks later I casually said “You have a beautiful set of personalized cereal bowls in your house; I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more exquisite set of breakfast dishes!”
I was surprised when tears welled up in her eyes.
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