I don’t think we were conscious of how little time we spent with our father
ITwas always a careful thing, helping my father build the succah when I was young.
Climb up the ladder, tentative and slow.
Hold the hammer as Abba grips the nail.
Bang it gently, sure I’m going to hit his big fingers instead of that tiny nail.
Finish, pleased and proud, sure the succah was as good as built now that I’d had a part in building it.
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