My family members were safe, baruch Hashem, but our home had been completely destroyed
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the end, I remained in my nonreligious school until the end of high school. I wanted to become a teacher after that, but my brothers told me that the teaching salary wouldn’t be high enough and that I needed a “real job.”
My brothers had toiled and sweated for years to put food on our table. I couldn’t disregard their opinion. And so, with my heart hardly in it, I took a secretarial course and began working in the field.
One day, there was a huge fire on my block. I found out while at work. A coworker instructed me to go home.
My heart raced as I turned onto my street. Huge black clouds were billowing all around and I nearly stopped breathing when I felt my older brother, Yosef, take my hand.
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