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The Fear Of Being Alone

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Noa Strupinsky
Mrs. Kasper
English 9.02
November 3, 2016

The Fear of being Alone

Parents. A roof over your head. Food on your table. A good school. A family to call your own. Friends to hang out with. Things we take for granted every single day.

It was my second and last shabbat in Italy. We were spending the week in florence, doing many activities. Such as seeing the famous Uffizi Gallery, Palazzo vecchio, and Galleria dell 'accademia. So naturally when shabbat rolled around we were excited for the rest.

The only problem: there was no erov and we need to go to shul with my baby brother yonatan. So to solve the problem we made a plan that someone has to stay home and watch through the windows, when the rest of the family came back from the shul, the person would go downstairs and open the door for them. We decided that my sisters and I would stay home with Yonatan in the morning, while our parents went to shul. They told us to start looking out the window at around 11:45 AM, in 2 hours. We agreed. Little did we know, but we would have to wait much longer than 2 hours.

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My sisters and I were just chilling, talking about our trips through Italy when 11:45 rolled around. I looked out the window. They weren 't there. Nothing to worry about. So we kept talking, and after 10 minutes I looked out the window again. They still weren 't there, but it was nothing to worry about, davening was probably running late. Yonatan starts to cry. We try to calm him

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