As Pesach loomed closer, his resentment was growing
It was last year one week before Pesach.
The bochur — he identified himself as Menashe — was calling from out of town with a personal sh’eilah he could not discuss with the family’s rav.
His dilemma? His grandfather was comatose, and in a facility located outside the Jewish community. As Menashe was the oldest unmarried grandson, his parents had decided that he must spend Pesach with his grandfather.
Menashe confided in me that although he loved his grandfather and realized how great the mitzvah was, he nevertheless resented how his status as the oldest unmarried grandchild at 28 meant he always got “dumped on” for all the mitzvos the married siblings could not do.
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