My neighbor my friend sits in front of our house in the back seat of her car holding her seven-day-old newborn baby boy.
“You didn’t answer the phone so I came to tell you about the bris in person” she says in her French Hebrew through the window.
So here drives up exactly what I’m trying to work on this week – getting rid of “not getting there” stains. How can I not go to the bris of a friend who just had a boy after six girls?
If I don’t go I’ll always feel like I didn’t get there. Every time I see this friend I won’t see her I’ll only see me and my stain.
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