Together in Tears
We are a nation in mourning, a nation united by what we’ve lost
I was heading toward the bus stop when I saw a small cluster of people that had formed around a little girl, about six or seven years old. She was clearly not from my very chareidi neighborhood oversized, short-sleeved T-shirt tucked into mini shorts perched atop knobby, fawnlike legs that wound down into sandals; a mass of untamed black curls framed her narrow face and tearstained cheeks.
“What happened, bubah?” asked an avreich, forty-ish, with a long black beard and his Gemara clutched at his side as he bent down to listen to her.