Because being a cliché means I’ve matured into myself. It means I’ve attained a level of security so that I no longer feel the need to announce myself by standing out in the crowd
The scarf is tied tightly around my eyes. I grope and stumble in the dark, looking for my Ima. Eventually, I catch hold of a figure. I rip the scarf from my face. But it is never Ima. It’s always one of her three faces.
Layee smiled serenely. “Behind every great man, blah blah blah… And until a bochur finds his bashert, who is that great woman? His mother”
Wishful thinking! howled my inner critic. He’s eight! He’s not interested in your fancy educational approaches!
“It’s not fair. You make me do such hard stuff. My morah said we can bring you your slippers or a drink of water. Now I’m not gonna be in the raffle”
