Chof Zain Adar
Dear G-D, I was just a little boy. 5 years old to be exact. In my memories it was the first time I saw my mother cry. *** It was a Tuesday morning, and my mother woke me up for school. "Shhh. Quietly. Tatty is still sleeping" "The phone rang late last night. It sounded like someone called from Yeshiva. I'm not sure what happened,…