About an hour before Rosh HaShanah, my sister popped over to wish us all a Shanah Tovah.
She brought me some beautiful flowers -- snow white, with a deep purple fringe on top. (Purple is my favorite color.)
My eldest trimmed the stems and placed them in a vase. I felt the stems were cut too short for that vase and moved them to shorter vase; the flowers stemmed out beautifully. I proudly showed my daughter the difference.
Last night, when I went to place the flowers on the table, I noticed they were all droopy.
I commented to my eldest that the flowers were pretty, but they did not last long.
My daughter took a closer look at the vase and noted "Ima, when you moved the flowers, you forgot to add water."
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
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