by Leora Ifrailova

Challah

It was friday morning in the year 2000 when I walked in on Mama crying. She didn’t see me come in, so I huddled behind a chair and listened in on her conversation to God. She prayed that my older sister and I would grow up to be nice modest girls and only give forth good to the world, since it offered only good to us. She poured out her tefillos to the One Above about how much she wanted me to do well in school. I was slower than my sister and didn’t quite understand the lessons as well as my classmates. I was six at the time.

Continue reading this article…

Already a subscriber? Log in above to keep reading. Or subscribe now for immediate access to the complete digital and print editions, plus exclusive online access to Lilith's back issues.

Blackberries

The articles in this special section:

Challah

by Leora Ifrailova

Walking in on Mama praying.