She offers her hand for the angels to hold

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This morning, my mother made chicken soup from the remains of the chickens roasted with rosemary for my father's birthday. This evening, we made knaidlach from the remains of the matzah we have been eating all week. This is so traditional, it should come as no surprise I bought an illustrated retelling of Ansky's The Dybbuk this afternoon from Curious George & Friends.