“Ima, what’s this?”
“That? That’s… a candle.”
“But why is it here?”
“Why is it here…
…Remember how I’m from New York? I was a kid in New York. Like you’re a kid in Tzur Hadassah. I grew up there… with Grandma and Grandpa… It’s where I went to school. You know?”
“Ya.”
“So… many years ago… something… very bad happened. In New York. And… a lot of people got an ow-a.”
“And Grandma?”
“…No… not Grandma… people. People I don’t know. But they lived in New York, like me. And they got an ow-a. So every year… after my yomuledet… I light another candle. For those people. From New York.”
“Oh.”
Whadya got: