Wait, since when do I joke about these things? What’s happening to me?
As told to Rochel Samet
Doughnuts, latkes, gleaming menorahs, and dancing flames. I love Chanukah.
“Libby, these are amazing,” Zeesy tells me, motioning toward the half-empty platter of latkes. She and Chaim have come over for a family party. I smile. Life has changed so much these past few months; I finally feel like a person again.
“Thanks,” I say happily, reaching for one myself. Then I wince, because my wrist hurts when I move it. Ugh, I must have overdone things in the kitchen today. My ankles are hurting too, and come to think of it, I’m really tired. Shouldn’t have pushed myself so hard. Baaaaad move.
“Whoops, I forgot the fruit salad,” Ma says, surveying the laden table. She looks exhausted, too. “Libby, would you mind…”
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