In Which World?

Dvora Baron

1911

A choked wail . . . Mama paces around the narrow room as though asking for something, her hands grasping her head and striking her heart, and with sobs caught in her throat, she calls out:

“Woe unto me, woe unto my life! Woe unto my life, woe unto me-e-e-e . . .”

I rub my eyes with both my hands and look over at the wave of pillows and duvets on the…

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