I am eight years old, lying in my parents bed. In another room, my parents are arguing. I drift away feeling this was all my fault. That somehow, I am responsible for the pain and rage around me. That somehow, I have to fix things. That somehow, I am only lovable if I am perfect. It's a heavy, heavy burden to bear. And now I am a mother of four, still bearing this weight.
It was my last learning session with my kallah teacher, the woman who was responsible to teach me all the...
The story of why, and how, Yocheved founded a school called Lamplighters-- and what keeps it going strong.
I don’t think anyone ever anticipates what happened to us will happen to them.
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