Sophie Bellwoar
A mikveh story.
She was once again a refugee, her elegance undone by the clatter of an eggshell.
My first real blunder came during the hand washing. I wasn’t sure how many seconds I needed to run my hand under the water for it to count as washed, and felt the eyes of my hosts on me.
When I Google relationship articles, I am seeking to set myself on an established path that will guarantee that I don’t lose anyone else. I feel that I must have done something wrong to make my parents do this to me, so I am scouring the internet for a way to make it right – to not let it happen again.