during the 12 days I spent in mn, I repeatedly asked my mom one thing.
“so which menorah can I take back to la?”
“we’ll have to see,” she repeatedly replied.
sometimes z or wy would chime in.
“not the one that I always light!”
I was starting to think it would require a covert operation to smuggle a menorah out of the house.
(similar to the one I was planning to sneak pepin, the family dog, to la with me.)
until the first night of hanukkah when I unwrapped this:
this? is all I really wanted for hanukkah.