“Every time you say, ‘How is Chaya Leah doing?’ you’re actually causing me even greater pain”
I’M so glad to be at this chasunah. It’s hard for me to leave my house right now, while my family life is in upheaval. It took tremendous effort to get into my heels, my sheitel, and paint a smile with my lipstick.
But once I enter the wedding hall, I relax a little, because it is really nice to be at a simchah. I enjoy the sesame chicken, schmoozing with my cousins, the beat of the music… I try to curb the urge to check the phone in my jeweled clutch, see if there are any missed calls or urgent messages.
That’s the way my life has been the last few months.
At work, like at this wedding, I keep my phone on silent. But I constantly check it, because I know that at any minute there will be a call from the school secretary or a text from the guidance counselor. Chaya Leah is having a meltdown, can I please pick her up? And there goes my day.
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