I was tired. And I was tired of asking for miracle
In between sips, Rina nodded to me and said, “We’re supposed to daven for anything we need tonight. It’s the night of miracles.”
“Can I also do it tomorrow?” I asked.
I was tired. And I was tired of asking for miracles.
Rina shrugged. “Not sure. I davened when I lit candles.” Her eyes held mine for a moment, and I saw the ache there.
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