After all she’d given my husband, it was my turn to protect her
As told to Raizy Friedman
This isn’t really happening, I thought for the 38th time. This can’t be real.
We were driving. For hours. From Philly. To Minnesota. On Erev Pesach. To get to a hotel. Hopefully before candle lighting.
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
But as the white lines flashed past me andas we sped on, I knew this was my current reality.
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