“If I’m supposed to live a life like everyone else, why did You make me so different?”
ZeeZee pulled her scarf up over her mouth as she stepped out of the cab at Shaar Ha’ashpot. It was late and she knew she was risking curfew, but she didn’t care.![](https://mishpacha.abovedemo.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/dreamC.jpg")
She had no desire to go back to the dorm. There was nobody there she felt like speaking to. No one she felt like calling, either. No friends. No family members. And the only teacher she felt like reaching out to was unreachable. She’d never felt so alone.
She kept walking until, finally, she was in front of the Kosel.
The only One left to talk to.
ZeeZee put her hand on the stone. And the words burst out: Hashem, what’s going to be with me?
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