With tears rolling down my face, I tried again. “Zot ha’ima sheli. She’s my mother. Please let me in”
It was a short trip. Just one week. Way too short to squeeze in all the visits and touring I wanted to do while in Eretz Yisrael.
Knowing I didn’t have much time, even before my plane touched down in the Holy Land, I’d compiled a list of places I wanted to see.
Kever Rochel was on the top of the list. Every trip, no matter how long or short, I make sure to visit Mamma Rochel.
The week went by fast. The minutes turned into hours, into days, into a week. The last day arrived, and I still hadn’t gone to visit Mamma Rochel.
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